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poems by Moldvai Barna

emptiness what a prologue seems like is a canvas painted on the knife who knows if it’s real or just a haze inside are two…

Another irrelevant title

by Mario Șerban The limit of pain is just a greater pain and so on. Maximum pain is a myth. So, what’s the point of…

poems by John Grey

History Repeats   I sat out on the sun deck watching history repeat itself. My next-door neighbor left for work. His kids headed off to…

Night Visit

by Z. I. Sadeq 1 Behold me!– Cowards and last men! It is me, the not-man. My soul is marked

poems by Livia Creț

Fries   I’m gonna take a great time talking about fries And nothing else Fries – meaningless, right? But doesn’t it soothe you?

poems by DS Maolalai

A cabin fire.   from the window, behind curtains, rain cracks like logs in a cabin-grate

poems by Jade Riordan

Winter Carousel   If I crack open an imported coconut & carousel horses stream out like gold embossed milk. If I sip the milk-paint from…

poems by John Grey

My Wife and I at the Symphony   Five women in the orchestra, she counts them like the conductor counts time. Two violin, one cello,…

The Wind Blows Against Them

by Z. I. Sadeq In the mist of emerald forests, Upon banks of crimson creeks, Beneath limbs of yellow tulipwood, At the foot of smoky…