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The Forever-Dying City

by Oliviu Crâznic   The haggard mures, the forlorn alleys, The purblind mansions – casements, none; The wilted ivy and the placard Reading not WELCOME,…

poems by Sam Rose

The Television   The television talks to nobody. (Nobody is home, and nobody is listening.) Why does it press on, forecasting scattered showers when nobody…

Hollow Be Thy Name

by Oliviu Crâznic In my mouth – a taste of iron, In my eye – ERASE/REPEAT; Best served cold, this baneful silence – Falsehood favoring…

poems by Gale Acuff

All   If I loved Jesus any more than I loved God wouldn’t that be like adultery –idolatry I mean, at Sunday School Miss Hooker’s my…

Me

by Petre Țiplea edited by Diandra Sovailescu There was always a problem with I. With Me – equally, but most of the time with I….

Fear

 by Macgregor Douglas The fear is real. I know I’m in a world of trouble and I must escape. I hear them, standing a few…

poems by Tara Skurtu

Shame versiunea română Overnight, someone has epoxied a bright pink dildo onto the Virgin Mary outside the Sacred Heart Church.   It’s Sunday. From the…