Lisa Williams
“I cloud the moon. All’s condescension,
my thought of what you are becomes”
Lisa Williams
“I cloud the moon. All’s condescension,
my thought of what you are becomes”
Lisa Williams
“You is not the room you thought it was,
capacious room for swearing, rambling,
turning, stomping the walls and floors.”
We at Your Impossible Voice are thrilled to announce our very first nominations for the Pushcart Prize.The Traiguén Epidemic by Alejandra Costamagna, Translated by Mary G. BergExcerpt from Early Spring by Alvin LuMistral by Lisa Williamsfrom x y z & & by...
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