Volker Sielaff

MOON-NIGHT   Shadows enlivened by the moon like a load of night-fish and especially with a full moon When you yank up the blinds they...
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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?

Max Sessner

In the not too distant future / I will be old I have / seen it coming

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