Tag Archives: John L. Stanizzi

            for my father You never said a word about where you went that time you disappeared for 5 straight days. At my bedroom window I would invent your car pulling in and what you would say about where you had … Continue reading →

            …in just a few days the rumor spread             of the rooms emptied of words             and filled with screams. Swollen eyes.                         —Emilio Zucchi, translated by Beppe Cavatorta and Brenna Ward I’m sitting outside on a cool mid-November evening the day after … Continue reading →