Ondrej

Ondrej Stefanik

  MY NAME IS PAULA   (an excerpt)   She picked out photos from albums and peeled them off their pages. She spread them out...
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Mitana

Dusan Mitana

In that steam bath, where everyone was soaked to the skin, our completely dry hands touched. My mouth had also dried up from excitement, and I was sure hers had too.

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Political Knott: David Rivard on Bill Knott’s “VOI (POEM) CES” | The Poem

One thing we can be certain of: were he alive, Bill’s poems would differ greatly from most of those now being written about our political situation.

Giuseppe Taurino

Giuseppe Taurino

Everyone I know has one idealized memory of their family, a picture of harmony or happiness that stands apart from the mess of it all.

Katrina Naomi

Katrina Naomi

titless as she is, the female is there / no matter what’s been taken from her

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Tea Tulic

When Dad bought us a VCR, my brother and I watched horror movies every afternoon. At night I used to cover my neck with the sheet. Kept the wardrobe shut. Took care of the monsters under the bed. Howled at the full moon. Drank water with garlic.

Israel Centeno

Israel Centeno

“And what’ll we do now, Silvestre?” He didn’t think, he had nothing to think about, he had already thought about it since birth, he was an illuminated one, destiny was in front of his eyes. “We’ll kill the president.”

David Sergeant

David Sergeant

Somewhere, someone is crying out – / always.

Bohuslav Reynek

Bohuslav Reynek

My heart is heavier than it was last year, / with love.

Caitríona O’Reilly

Talking Silence: Caitriona O’Reilly’s Geis | Friday Pick

O’Reilly’s intriguingly obscure poems offer peeks into the unspoken and wilfully ignored aspects of being.

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