Lianne O’Hara

TRANSMISSION   a greater connectivity This is what they said when steel feet were firmly planted in stone earth and five modern...
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Michael Mark

A dog growled and barked. Good dog, / I heard, unsure if it was my voice / or my dog.

Christopher Fahey: Nurtured Forms

Reaching into the world, Fahey’s airy yet mysteriously twisted, intertwining sculptures clamber in quiet, protean volatility.

Rebecca A. Spears

The dementia fractures her / the same way ice splits a rock.

Norman Finkelstein

Pascal drops a quarter in the slot, and the Gypsy Queen shuffles the deck.

Kamil Bouska

So many people in the world. Truly, is no one superfluous?

Dusan Sarotar

At this hour, in late March, in the year 1945, all that could be heard from the cellar bars and illicit taprooms was an incomprehensible mix of half-drunken tongues struggling to keep up with the tuneless wail of violins and cracked drums.

Siegfried Mortkowitz

But I didn’t want to give it to them, I didn’t want to do it for them, for their Holocaust. I wanted the polar opposite of the Holocaust, the antidote to blood and ashes, loss and suffering: love and pleasure. I wanted to live my life, not theirs.

Petr Hruska

The door always used to swing shut, by itself, for years and years, with measured haste. / Now it stands utterly still.

Dorota Maslowska

Days that she’d taken for lost, days when she’d felt like air that was slightly thicker and English-speaking, it must have been then that someone had been watching her the whole time, following her, dazzled by her existence, going crazy over her and . . .

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