← v10n1, Spring 2011
Poetry · Volume 10, Number 1

Introduction to Taurus

Strewn on the floor were heaps of papers with Cyrillic writing, some typed, some in a hard, jagged hand. I started gathering these papers up, I'm not sure why. Since I didn't know Russian, I took some pages down to the desk clerk

Shaking his head and shrugging, he translated slashes of handwriting: