Paul Otremba

  EXPECTANCY   He places a pillow across my lap, then let’s loose a joke about saving dignity. He wants to check my scar, and...
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Stanley Plumly

There was a picture in the paper, front / page, as if this news was the end of cruelty.

Radka Thea Otípková

You must be hungry, he said. / A magnificent sentence like that, / the last I remember him saying.

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Olga Pek

It was as devouring as napalm, as accurate as a laser blade. When I regained my faith in poetry I had to tear it away

Milan Dezinsky

We are not approaching our end, / but from ultimate emptiness / the end is hurtling towards us.

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