Assassins: by Edin Suljic

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By bonniemcclellan

Mother, poet, american ex-pat from Texas living in Northern Italy.


  1. This one harkens to the paranoia of desire which I find in Roberto Bolaño’s fiction. All the lovers past are assassins, spies, secret agents in possession of the facts that could kill you. Or make you whole. Or make you pay. Or simply make you love.

    Stunning work.

  2. great last verse


    The blow is always there
    On top of the next wave
    Waiting for a surfing foot

    Hope is a slavery anchor
    Ball and chain of the rich
    Desert of a thousand wonders

    Assassins need only a second
    To do the watusi dance
    So far away from the blind tongue
    Just close to the shore of innocence

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