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Poetry

[the Waitress with the Roman Nose]

by Chiara Maxia

I admire her figure: graceful as she swings around the tables cleaning up after the clients, collecting empty glasses, with an absent gaze, the ...read the full piece >>

Poetry

Chain Of Supply

by Benedict Hangiriza

Geological past shapes biological present. — Blake de Pastino sun-charred pits bloated with bodies, sacks of bright-turquoise shales. This biblical ...read the full piece >>

Poetry

Into something rich and strange

by Lisa Giacalone

There’s a house on the hills of Segesta. A hand so wet, it drips when it knocks. Passioned plastic, porcelain mothers nail their wooden sons to the ...read the full piece >>

Poetry

Lethe

by Jayant Kashyap

after Lethe by Yoko Kubrick Tonight it stands in your garden both an image of afterlife and in time we shall bend down at its side to drink to our ...read the full piece >>

Poetry

Lumumba

by Loic Ekinga

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Poetry

Moonlight Shimmers

by David Herbst

As moonlight shimmers on the lake winds howl at the exposed landing, the cold air gusts serenity upon the scene. Bright shades illuminate my eyes, a ...read the full piece >>

Poetry

My hands

by Ella Felber

My hands are writing, crafting, caring, touching, picking apples… reaching for my ancestors’ hands. For the ones who sit with me, and for the ones who ...read the full piece >>

Poetry

Pocket of Fucks

by Jan Mohn

i dance buck wild i dance to a remix of hate i dance like a wounded child i dance to lessen the general belly ache i dance because the club is ...read the full piece >>

Poetry

Self-portrait with Countess Elizabeth Báthory de Ecsed

by Réka Nyitrai

I wear my sunglasses and my feet are dressed in red stiletto heels. I see myself in the lit windows of the shops. Without being arrogant, I can assure ...read the full piece >>

Poetry

Strange light

by Conny Borgelioen

What is in a name, a palatalisation of an origin. The smallest variation of strange, Vowels and consonants clash and eddy on a mirror. My hair lays ...read the full piece >>

Poetry

we are here

by Tatyana Platonova

we are here. the works submitted for the competition should not violate the legislation of the rf i wonder what does it mean is it possible in this ...read the full piece >>

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