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Andra Parvu

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Essays Poetry

Poetry

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And yet I’ve stayed. Against my freedom, against my veins. I stayed and forgot myself in the mirror of nowhere to go. Cover my eyes, cover them, I’d beg. Just…

Poetry

crossing the bering

if we were all eskimos everything would be so much whiter but we couldn’t tell the dark shade of our sighs and who would we be without our sighs? not…

Essays

Neither Hitchcock, nor Poe. Just a reality show.

We believed we had it all. And then along came prophets, politicians, artists, psychoanalists, journalists, anthropologists, lawyers, doctors, X factors, and all the especially specialized specialists and explained to us…