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Georgia Gojmerac-Leiner


On the Other Side of the Ocean

With age, the wise grow down, they stop grooming themselves, stop changing their clothes. There is a village of them on the other side of the ocean, I left them there, far away so I wouldn't hear their lamentations. One is diminishing under the bask [...]

Of Soap

When I lift a bar of soap to my face it is winter. They drag a pig to its slaughter, empty its intestines in the river, they fill them with blood thickened with rice, barley, and spice. From scraps, they make soap. Then it is summer. Always there is [...]