Paweł Sołtys

THE BALLAD OF MARSZAŁKOWSKA STREET Wise heads know where the boundaries of humanity lie, and the boundaries of humanism, and of humanness....
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Petra Hůlová | Photo by Martin Rýz

Petra Hůlová

After the Interior Ministry basement, the second place Rita bombed was a plastic surgery clinic, without hesitation, and I say without hesitation because she blew it up just three days after the ministry.

Milan Děžinský

We sit and watch the chickadees in the feeder, / drinking hot tea, a celebration of security / with dusk’s familiar arrival.

Christian Formoso

they don’t rise or fall. they’re framed / on the walls. driftless syllables ornamental / and motionless.

Mitja Čander

But while we glorified our dead poets, the living ones mostly got on our nerves, with all their boozing and grumbling. So when the country of Slovenia was born, we were finally able to openly despise our poets, poetry, and art in general, that entire freak show of inebriated lunatics who think they’re superior to everyone else.

Andrey Filimonov

At the start of the war, two pilots and one poet were seeking Galina’s hand. Such were those times: pilots surpassed poets in both number and capability.

Max Sessner

Rain falls on the wedding / a hole in the church is suspected / and the blessing jumps crazily / from umbrella to umbrella

A Send-Off for Ferlinghetti by Adam Borzič

He sang / like a gas station on a black summer night.

Vítězslav Nezval

I greet your gliding flight O wings of death / But there are other signs too

Julia Kissina

When the dogs had finished their business, they were, for quite some time afterward, unable to disentangle, and the Abbot asked us not to disturb them. After he had anointed them with holy water, they slid apart and scurried out of the temple. I followed them out into the street.

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