by Stefano Paparo Ellie Larsen I tell the tulips in the pot on my windowsill about an accident I saw last night. Pointless , say the tulips. We are better than you. Mornings are like this now. We are better than you , the tulips say, even though none of them know I can hear them. Stefano Paparo lives in Portland.

by Stefano Paparo Mark Stosberg crying because of the broken b room as if you h ad always been holding the splin tered havles of i t i make myself small enough to live inside the old clock in the k itchen Stefano Paparo lives in Portland.