David. E. St. John

D.E. St. John

  BELOVED   During my father’s sermons, I would read about my namesake and the men he killed. My favorite was the story of the...
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Colette Nys-Mazure

Colette Nys-Mazure

One must not leave a woman alone in the garden.

Korana_Serdarevic

Korana Serdarevic

He’s convinced that she secretly feeds on that sorrow, that she dips her fingers in it just like a child dips their fingers in a marmalade, after which she appears in front of him with her face twisted, disgusted with herself.

Ronald Donn

Ronald Donn

I hold her hand like a telephone. / She tells a joke she’s never heard.

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Spomenka Stimec

The army wanted my brother to report the next day at nine o’clock. The draft card covered up the ladies with their long skirts at the evening cabaret. France cabarets its nights away. I was born here, where a different program is in store.

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