Author

Andra Parvu

3 works

Essays Poetry

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.

Poetry

crossing the bering

if we were all eskimos
everything would be so much whiter
but we couldn’t tell

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...