Anis Shivani


1. Visions of the louse, lotus-eater in Louvre, midinette’s MIDI the missing link to your mistrial, Soraya, destructive halogen truth burdening my Recife recollections: squaws looking for square meals in the thunderous textbooks of erotology, dust-delivered atoms of mise en …

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O well-wishers of the underground, defriend me. I played with the singularity of time, hounded by the noises my mother made in my ear when I was an infant, pressed close to death. Once upon a time a child caressed …

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