by mikesteeden Before, in the putative asylum of her bedroomwhether alone or in the company of loversthe one of curious Grecian genesis would alwayskeep alight the loose hanging shade-less bulbAs a vocal self-proclaimed freethinkerthose who understood these thingsthought this her greatest contradiction The ignorance of brawn afforded himan ability to see past the light andinto… Leer más CARDBOARD CITY


by Rana A narrow escape from the dry land of my heart My amorous emotions search for a place to stay Rendering dreams to the canvas of my loving soul Feelings tend to rise above my plight, all the way Redirected to the storm of passion inside me I grip your succulent pink lips, without… Leer más Lips

Writing Is a Monstrous Act: A Conversation with Hernan Diaz

By Rhian Sasseen June 2, 2022 by The Paris Review Novelist Hernan Diaz. Photograph by Pascal Perich. Money talks—so goes the truism—but rarely is it the subject of fiction. “Class? Sure. Exploitation? Absolutely. Money? Not so much,” Hernan Diaz observed during a conversation in early spring about the impetus behind his latest novel, Trust. Taking… Leer más Writing Is a Monstrous Act: A Conversation with Hernan Diaz

Dry Land

by Rana My last wish for survival Would be the main attraction An improper fraction Oh! I think There’s one way in to be Swiftly washed out I witness Downtrodden respect from the last sips Of your lips, you’ll think about me Dignity Holds my head in secrecy Then orchestrated compelled Annoyingly dry spellbound Love… Leer más Dry Land