Edvin Subasic

  DJELEM DJELEM MALEM   Malem carried his axe door to door, cutting firewood every fall. They say he never parted from it, not even in...
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Douglas Nordfors

We've thought of how sunlight falls to the pavement / like rain, gathers in the gutters, slides toward the grates.

Pavol Rankov

I’m not convinced of anything. I don’t trust my memory, which tells me that the entire village gathered in front of the house that night. They had come to do something bad. I can still see the whole thing. A tribal ritual.

Silent The Bird In The Wood: A Goethe Translation-Erasure By Joshua Weiner

Silent the bird in the wood

Bradley Paul

My son speaks more every day / but I get deafer. / 
We will align for just one day / where I hear all of what he says // but not more.

Andrei Konchalovsky

My very notion of our entire twenty-year relationship went straight to the depths of Hell. None of the roses I had sent her over the years — to her home, to her dressing room — could explain, could excuse, such a colossal misunderstanding.

Radka Thea Otipkova

In the end his body puked him out / as if it were only a stomach / and a mouth. It didn’t let him / just slip away.

Anatoly Mariengof

A fragile ego is a torturous, irredeemable, and irremediable, quality for a writer. And yet, oh so common.

Danny Earl Simmons

Let’s say I pretend // I hear every word you say / and am not distracted by the tears / you don’t let fall.

Susan Browne

I didn’t have time to masturbate this morning. It’s right there at the top of my To-Do List, but I have way too many things to do. I’m retired and busier than ever.

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