\\ // By Cleo Mikutta – III – // \\ On a cruise ship caught in a tropical storm, the chlorine water in the indoor swimming pool has begun to imitate the violent rhythm of the waves outside. The heavy armchairs in the lounge blow from side to Read more
\\ // By Cleo Mikutta – V – // The wide-eyed girls came every night. When they opened their raincoats, a scent of bitter honey would pour out. They handed in plastic bags with broken handles and unwound silvery scarves to reveal sharp collarbones. He looked for her Read more
// \\ By Cleo Mikutta – II – // ‘You remind me of him,’ she said quietly, speaking to him through the flames, saying the words more to herself than to him. He watched her, from the other side of the fire. She had learned from the others that Read more
\\ // By Cleo Mikutta – IV – \\ Her eyes rest on the pins, there on the wooden floor, sharp, metallic bodies, there on the floor, there, in the plastic box, there, with colorful heads. Pink, yellow, green, blue, and red. Violet. Light has entered the room, followed Read more
// \\ By Cleo Mikutta “It is hard to write a beautiful song. It is harder to write several individually beautiful songs that, when sung simultaneously, sound as a more beautiful polyphonic whole. The internal structures that create each of the voices separately must contribute to the emergent structure of Read more