Author

Andra Parvu

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Essays Poetry

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…

Poetry

crossing the bering

if we were all eskimos

everything would be so much whiter

but we couldn’t tell

Poetry

back

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.