‘Penelope of the Twentieth Century’ by Elisaveta Bagryana

We are kneaded from the dregs of the past, layered unknowingly in us through time. It lends the violet or scarlet colour to our blood, it gives the lighter or darker shading to our soul. And look- is there an ossicle of my skull, a rounding of my flesh, a fingernail, a soaring of my [...]

‘The Octogenarian’ by Edith Sitwell.

The Octogenarian Leaned from his window, To the Valerian Growing below Said, 'My Nightcap is the only gap in the trembling thorn where the mild unicorn with the little infanta danced the Lavolta (Clapping hands: Molto Lent Eleganta). The Man with the Lantern Peers high and low; No more than a snore as he walks [...]