Noah Zacharin | AN EXPAT’S PLAINT

AN EXPAT'S PLAINT of course such a thing no longer exists. move back? mais si, sans hesitation. with eyes shut, this gyroscope skull turns to where the mountain suckles a living blue and the fleuve moves to salt. “we’re all poets here.” was an ally in every quartier, nights of melody and Brador. nothing I…

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TABLE OF CONTENT

POETRY

VALLUM POETRY AWARD 2019

INTERVIEWS

REVIEWS

ART

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