Interview: Max Sessner Talks to Francesca Bell

_______________________________________________________________________ US poet Francesca Bell recently interviewed German poet Max Sessner for B...
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Sarah Wetzel

I cut out the man. / I glue his body / and the bloody sweater // into the scene I’ve sketched

Ernest Hilbert

I dropped awake and felt it was a dream, / Or seemed to be. I dreamed our prey / Was waiting, just like us, for something too.

Lillian-Yvonne Bertram

At the top of the hill in the forest at night we are standing face to face as the moon wavers behind a small cloud and when I say no to the baby he pulls a gun and shoots me in the stomach.

Friday Pick: Spring Reads

This Friday, we offer a round up a few books that have either just come out or are about to come out that we're really looking forward to reading.

Lillian-Yvonne Bertram

I crisscross the stacks / searching for my mother / and father. The librarian / tells me they boarded / the other plane / that already took off. / This library is an airplane / I do not want to be on / but the doors are locked / and in fact / the librarian states, / we too have taken off. /

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