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To Thy Love

(St. Valentine’s Penumbra) by Oliviu Crâznic Back in her holy chamber of secrets, lust and sin, She plays for me the Maiden, the Goddess and…

Sum Over Paths

by Bob Carlton I             Institutional tile. Fluorescent lighting. Distant sounds of doors opening and closing. Click of locks. No echo of footsteps. II            …

Two Games At One Poker Table

by Oliviu Crâznic Like every Sunday evening, I exercise my talents, The girls are all around me, the ace is in my sleeve; Well, I was…

Mercy

by Ana Bazac If I would dedicate this note to the upcoming Christmas, it would be simple bumkum: “holidays are always the occasion to show our…

Cleanness and the man-project

by Ana Bazac Between the everyday external goods man needs not only as a living being depending on the permanent exchange of matter and energy,…

poems by Ayaz Daryl Nielsen

next to a burrow on this wooded bluff beside the Mississippi singing hymns of well-being for that which lives within perhaps even a goddess yes,…

melancholizing

  by Ştefan Bolea I live inside an iron maiden I’m just a rat beneath my mask squirming in the basement slimy and vile   wear…