She ties on her daughter's wings made notof wax, leather, eagle feathers, but ofpaper, ribbon, glue ... [+]
Translated by Wendy Cross
Translated by Wendy Cross
She ties on her daughter's wings made notof wax, leather, eagle feathers, but ofpaper, ribbon, glue ... [+]
Her face beneath the glass coffee table. A marble ornament, a plated face. Weigh heavy a little ... [+]
I woke up from an untroubled sleep and remembered nothing.***Some days I envy Gregor Samsa. He woke up from a troubled sleep and found himself transformed into a giant insect; but at least Kafka let ... [+]