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  • Forget the Sleepless Shores
    Sonya Taaffe
    In Forget the Sleepless Shores, readers should expect to be captivated by many ghosts and spirits who inhabit brine, some from tears of heartache and loss, some from strange bodies of water, not necessarily found on the map but discovered through charting a course through the perilous straits of author Taaffe’s imagination, which is eerie and queer (by every definition of the w...
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    18,84 €

  • King David and the Spiders from Mars
    Marsha Morman / Sonya Taaffe
    A ghost haunts King David’s family. Brothers devour their enemies and each other. A rabbi opens a Chabad House in a sinister New England town. In this book, you will find seven stories as demented and horrifying as the Bible that inspired them. --------------------------- Dark and enticing, the stories in King David & the Spiders from Mars explore Biblical themes with a parad...
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    13,94 €

  • Singing Innocence and Experience
    Sonya Taaffe
    The Devil’s School lies down this way.Lot’s wife knows your name.Hearts hang in the scales, flesh and clay are one and the same, and the severed head of Orpheus sings in winter waves.In award-winning poet Sonya Taaffe’s first collection of short fiction, the boundaries between worlds dissolve to reveal unmasked harlequins and women made of stars, serpentine plagues and New Engl...
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    20,99 €

  • Postcards from the Province of Hyphens
    Sonya Taaffe
    Postcards from the Province of Hyphens marks the debut of Sonya Taaffe’s first full-length collection, with nearly fifty poems and prose pieces, including the Rhysling award-winning and -nominated poems, 'Matlacihuatl’s Gift,' 'Storm Gods of the Connecticut River Valley,' 'Green Fuses,' 'Harlequin, Lonely,' and more. 3 ...
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    19,19 €

  • The Dybbuk in Love
    Sonya Taaffe
    The color of his eyes had not changed, neither their depth nor their focus; his voice was as relaxed and nasal as the first time he spoke to her in the library. But he was looking through his eyes now, not with them: panes of stonewashed stained glass, and she said, dead-end recognition, ¿Menachem.¿ Something like ice and brandy sunfished up into her throat, sluice and burn pas...
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    9,12 €