Call him a dog. Call me a dog.
Dogs are loved in this city.
A glance of eyes,
a wordless understanding of wilderness.
They walk in through windows,
cross buildings leaving them through backyards.
We hide in their beds letting the
dog catchers come away empty-handed.
And indeed, in the night they must have
sung to the moon, feeling it is just the mirror
of the sun, knowing something in that relationship
is significant.
Illustration by Galya Popova
Marco Grosse, born in Buenos Aires in 1974 from German father and Italian mother, works as a writer, translator and teacher. Due to the diplomatic work of his father he lived in Canada, Egypt, Italy and Germany. He studied Law in Milan and in Bonn, pursuing with Linguistic and Cultural Mediation. In Italian language, he published the short story collections „I giardini imperiali”, De Ferrari, „2006” and „Pioggia”, De Ferrari, 2010. In German, he published a book with short stories titled „Die Grenze liegt am Horizont”, Bernstein-Verlag, 2013; the poem collections „Flügelkunde”, Horlemann Verlag, 2014; „Die Erschließung des Meeres”, MolokoPrint, 2016, „Flüsterndes Licht”, Haymon Verlag, 2017, a chain poem together with Nora Gomringer, Annette Hagemann, Ulrich Koch and Klaus Merz; and again a book with poems titled „Orte”, MolokoPrint, 2017.
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