Poem by Simona Casadio
Author: Paratextmag
Rune Poem
ᚠ – feoh – Frilled is the first form, the finest filigree fraying at the edges in a pattern of … More
You’ve Got Class
How will it go today, I wonder. I turn on my laptop and wait anxiously as it boots up. I … More
NEW THEME // Jan/Feb // Oneiric
“By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. ‘Tis the waking that kills us. He who robs us … More
Beachcombing: Claiming, Disclaiming, and Reclaiming in the Anthropocene
Often writing from the edge spaces of islands and remote coastlines, Kathleen Jamie and Roseanne Watt observe how the sea … More
Why Not Now?
Why didn’t I talk about it sooner? [1]Why did I wait 6 years, after the relationship had ended, to come … More
Pure Mourning
When I was younger my dad had a Placebo phase. This meant that he merely listened to a few songs … More
Questions of Travel
All houses here are more or lessthe same; the crowded stones are stacked orderlyand stand motionless over the empty streetuntil … More
Yesterday
If I start this sentence with “yesterday,” it will forever refer to the yesterday of whoever reads it whenever. Even … More
in pain
Poetry by Sanne Kabalt