Annie Virginia Robertson
Annie Robertson has fallen down in about ten of Italy’s best cities and remembers each by their souvenir scars. She has wandered graveyards in Prague, become bosom buddies with Schiele and Klimt in Vienna, and talked to ghosts in the catacombs in the belly of a mountain in Salzburg. She has lived inside of Greyhound buses going back and forth down the coast between life and love. You may find her work in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature.
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The Weatherman is a Liar •
Issue 18 | June 2013