Klodiana Alia:
the presence
Klodiana Alia:
the loss
Klodiana Alia:
the thirst
Klodiana Alia:
the bath
Klodiana Alia:
the bath
Klodiana Alia:
the bath
Klodiana Alia:
the bath
Klodiana Alia:
the man who wasn't there
Klodiana Alia:
“the moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy”
Klodiana Alia:
“the moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy”
Klodiana Alia:
“the moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy”
Klodiana Alia:
arriving at the place you never left
Klodiana Alia:
arriving at the place you never left
Klodiana Alia:
arriving at the place you never left
Klodiana Alia:
arriving at the place you never left
Klodiana Alia:
the heaviness of your winter hangs emptily in vacant spaces
Klodiana Alia:
the heaviness of your winter hangs emptily in vacant spaces
Klodiana Alia:
the heaviness of your winter hangs emptily in vacant spaces
Klodiana Alia:
the heaviness of your winter hangs emptily in vacant spaces
Klodiana Alia:
the heaviness of your winter hangs emptily in vacant spaces
Klodiana Alia:
the cracks in between
Klodiana Alia:
the return of the repressed
Klodiana Alia:
the return of the repressed
Klodiana Alia:
the eyes have it
Klodiana Alia:
the words have it
Klodiana Alia:
the return home
