#Moma Radić

[tiaochan]

The face of your heart slips like a snail And all things that glow feet of snakes arms bodies in sweat leave traces behind.

Moma Radić, from “Noon”, Chloe Haralambous and Moira Egan, Austerity Measures: The New Greek Poetry, ed. Karen Van Dyck

[tiaochan]

You await the rain like a finger you invite the clouds bearing vacant caresses

Moma Radić, from “Noon”, Chloe Haralambous and Moira Egan, Austerity Measures: The New Greek Poetry, ed. Karen Van Dyck

[tiaochan]

fish writhe in his silence he sings it better: the sea that finishes in their open mouths

Moma Radić, from “Stammering Fisherman”, Chloe Haralambous and Moira Egan, Austerity Measures: The New Greek Poetry, ed. Karen Van Dyck

[tiaochan]

After so many civilizations how can they gather the dead words you taught me as you left?

Moma Radić, from “Really?”, Chloe Haralambous and Moira Egan, Austerity Measures: The New Greek Poetry, ed. Karen Van Dyck