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  • novae by Daniele Bellomi, trans.from Italian by Anton Ivanov

    could have stayed away from the observation point, never again to say / a word about the shadowed part with no one, evaluating distances with eyes / used to a hypothetical explosion, to precede like one proceeds amongst variables / and cautions, proximity to collapse, tracing again the once combusted edge / of anything seen... Read More

    Fragments from Gnome by Robert Lunday

    When you drive, the landscapes slide sharply through the sides of your face. They fill your cheeks, your temples, they build behind the eyes and ears. Soon they’re ripped by the wind or a gawker’s stare from the back of your head, and you’re again in the landscape... Read More

    One Poem by George Szirtes

    It was the Thirties once again. Shop doors / opened on hunger and long queues for soup, / the poor, clothed by the same half-empty stores, / stood round in doorways in a ragged group; / the unemployed were drunk in railway stations, / rumours of war played on a constant loop... Read More

    Two Poems by Courtney Marie

    the future lovers / embrace odd shapes / to approach the imminent- / unnaturally crawling or rolling / to fit through or under. / in fear we fake ourselves- / borrowed gestures / learning new words / crafting habits and painting / the whole tie dye scene / with dirty fingers / using oil to... Read More

    XIV from Lassoer by Camilo Roldán

    heaven is not so far / distant from earth, / nor snow so far different / in color from coal; / fan of the past / open with a piss / on hot / coal white in soft / thighs / always if admonished / were the dart / requisite / for turn /... Read More

    One Poem by Kendra Bartell

    If a historic drought can’t get us to talk / about the taste of salt water, / the freedom to have a suntan, / I’d rather be a hard rock / than open my mouth. / I was terrified they’d be tired after / letting me leave the trees, / turn over the fresh pages... Read More