elegy by bruno neiva
elegy (in memory of victor esteban celeiro) noir coffee spilled over the newspaper we talked for hours, jobless hours about borders, coups and the icelandic landscape jef costello was brought into the conversation, combed hair and smart suit – holding a gun, bluish stare over greyish glare the talk went on at full tilt, it was writ large all over us that … [Read more...]
