by Stephen Edgar •
It’s midnight now and sounds like midnight then,
The words like distant stars that faintly grace
The all-pervading dark of space,
But not meant for the world of men.
It’s not what we forget
But what was never known we most regret
Discovery of. Checking one last cassette
Among my old unlabelled discards, few
Of which reward the playing, I find you.
From the New Issue
Fiction
On the Calculation of Volume: Book I by Solvej Balle, translated from Danish by Barbara J. Haveland & On the Calculation of Volume: Book II by Solvej Balle, translated from Danish by Barbara J. Haveland
by Anthony Macris
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