3 article(s) translated from Faroese
asks me how old i am i tell it i’m the same age as this morning’s darkness but this evening i’ll be the same age as tomorrow’s light and all the other goods that have expired
an empty suitcase sits wide-open wrinkled sheets a nightgown a passport an absence between pillow and head a glare of ice between mattress and thigh a stroke of shadow between decision and departure the car you plan to make your escape in isn't registered and you're still standing there waiting
that sees the unfolding tragedy. You are wearing your glasses, your shirt is open and you are sweating a little. Lighters, half-empty beer bottles, sugar, computers, pencils, paper, can and bottle openers, your favorite turquoise coffee cup with the chipped rim, band-aids, scalpels, telephones, corks, cold cuts, knives, tape, CDs, bread, spoons, pictures, books, notes, sketchbooks fill the tabletop, but it is the silence between you and me that’s the drop that makes it overflow and...