Adrianne Kalfopoulou
...the gods won’t save you, neither will you stop wishing it of them. After all, you are human and they are not.
from the book A History of Too Much / Red Hen Press
W. S. Merwin
I write as though you could understand And I could say it One must always pretend something Among the dying
Aria Aber
I can now ask: would I have given up my mother for an alyssum instead of asylum? Or one glass of water that did not contain war?

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