Summer Preparations
by Lora Pavlovich You threw me into the sea and I came out, washed on the water we held slipped between our hands, salt… Read More »Summer Preparations
Lora Pavlovich
First Autumn
By Lora Pavlovich The wind blows warmly whooshing through trees These hands know nothing of winter’s will Newborn, new season, summer lingers and falls Asleep… Read More »First Autumn
Soft
by Lora Pavlovich I am almost soft in a hardening world unknowing, unspeaking and unvetted — I know not what they’re thinking, and my own thoughts… Read More »Soft
