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Korana Serdarevic

  BIRDCAGE   This evening, too, she goes out onto the small balcony and watches the shared yard. One step through the glass door, and...
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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.

Rachel Custer

Rachel Custer

There is one church for the people who admit they are good / and one church for the people who don’t.

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James Hopkin

“Crushed by fear and foreboding on one hand, and, on the other, by an SSRI-induced compulsion to acquire, your alphabet has gone numb, your words have resigned, not a trace of rebellion remains about your phrases.”

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Norman Finkelstein

No, we will not speak of it. Not / at present.

Jonáš Hájek

Jonas Hajek

I don’t know how and why I should even tell you, / since time has only heightened our estrangement, / that you’ve made me a man.

Naomi Huan

Naomi Huan

your father loves us / too much / for flowers / she said

Robin Wyatt Dunn

Robin Wyatt Dunn

I allow myself one grain of heroin a week. The money I am saving. I could move to Florida. Madagascar. I could kill a priest.

F. Daniel Rzicznek

F. Daniel Rzicznek

He chooses so late // and I fail to swerve—

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