Andre Bagoo's Blog, page 29
July 14, 2013
"I loved him because
I could not love him anymore
In the ways I’d taught myself
watching"
“I loved him because
I could not love him anymore
In the ways I’d taught...
I could not love him anymore
In the ways I’d taught...
July 13, 2013
"The days fall out of your pockets one after the other."
“The days fall out of your pockets one after the other.” - Alex Dimitrov,...
July 11, 2013
July 10, 2013
"Even after love
the body keeps stretching, is filled with things
that move."
“Even after love
the body keeps stretching, is filled with things
that move.” - Dexter...
the body keeps stretching, is filled with things
that move.” - Dexter...
June 30, 2013
Two poems at 'Message in a Bottle'
Am pleased to have two poems, ‘Icarus’ and ‘An Oil Painting is Made Real’,...
"A poem is an isolated particular until some blue spark shoots forth from the poem Z to the Poem q..."
“A poem is an isolated particular until some blue spark shoots forth from the poem Z to the...
June 29, 2013
Stephen Burt's 'Belmont'
It is a universal truth that vastly different places often end up being linked in some...
June 23, 2013
A friendly squirrel having an afternoon snack on a tamarind...
A friendly squirrel having an afternoon snack on a tamarind tree.
"I hang a thousand paintings in the house
And each day I change one detail.
The devices unfold..."
“I hang a thousand paintings in the house
And each day I change one detail.
The devices...
And each day I change one detail.
The devices...
