Matt Broaddus
There are voices there, you know, saints and rams and cave dwellers, the trash of centuries I collect in a corner with a dustpan I trip over, spilling everything together.
Cindy Juyoung Ok
Where was I to look? Patients laid along both long walls.
Max Sessner (translated from the German by Francesca Bell)
in her dreams it often appeared but always as if it belonged to someone else a cold comfort we thought

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