Emily Jaeger

  THE LESBIAN ROADS   run ragged, rage across the snowy fields gone white for the first time in forty years: olive trees captured in...
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Volker Sielaff

There are days, says the child, / when God is not even God, when / the moon is also not the moon.

Petr Hruska

They had already sat down on the bed. Then the man remembered the back door was still open.

Stanley Plumly

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

Sunni Brown Wilkinson

I want to ask her / about the long veils of widows. / She’ll just shake her head.

Jitka N. Srbova

My daughter marches through the forest. She can’t do it herself, so / she uses my legs, my eyes and my fear.

Augusta Laurel Funk

Beyond the all-night diner’s pulse of crows, / rain pushes an empty swing set in song.

Julia Lisella

The manure did not / have a bad smell he insisted, / context was everything

Nicholas Reiner

The text a merciless / lightning Celeste’s been / in a car accident

Karen Greenbaum-Maya

What is it like to be Kafka now, the way he lives today in the half-light of European history before the Holocaust?

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