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Litro #139: No Such Luck, Poetry
Remembering the fallen.
Litro #139: No Such Luck, Poetry
A meditation on inequality.
Litro #137: Future Fashions, Poetry
A future trend turns its back on clothes.
Litro #134: Augmented Reality, Poetry
The difference between augmented reality and virtual reality is a Bengal tiger…
Litro #134: Augmented Reality, Poetry
A real life ends, but is imagined by those left behind…
Litro #133: Shakespeare, Poetry
A legacy left in ink.
The frequent sound of the cuckoo
again proclaims the meadow flowers’ passing.
I enjoyed the spring, so pick its last blooms, even more.
Waiting, standing, on the rock,
between the sea’s green sphere
and the star that nears
every night, you speak
at eleven years old
behind my grandmother’s house
in fishing village z-3
i smoked a gol cigarette bought
singly in a boteco
Litro #113: Double Dutch, Poetry
Litro #113: Double Dutch, Poetry