Slow poetry from Robert Yerachmiel Sniderman's enviornmental work in progress Gesya Mirokhovna Gelfman.
POETRY
A Heart Can Be Broken Only Once, Like A Window
I miss things, but I don't say it anymore. My palms
are turned down against gusts taking themselves away.
ENUMERATE
Haute Hands
I first encountered these disembodied hands several years ago in an antique store.
FICTION
Barry Four Voices
I tell myself that I feel love but people like me don't feel things like love. Do they?
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& The Dirt
as in I’m scared
not by how much I need,
but by how much I’m prepared
to wreck to make it
