poems by Lana Bella
Love as it always was He hears my words in a dream. Distantly. Free of rigid lines, unraveled from ill-defined knots.
poems by Jeremy Nathan Marks
Hotel Dum What’s sacred when the Thing is all the universe? –Allen Ginsberg (“The Reply”) I rode a tram on my own from the Hotel Dum into Old Town Walked from Karol Bridge to hear Dvořák played in a church where
Face and Hands
by Mitchell Grabois 1. Painted white with blue stripes, Stars of David on its sides, the bus left Tel Aviv. I was already asleep, my serotonin-deprived brain anaesthetized with hashish and codeine. Time/miles passed. The bus hit a pothole large enough to shelter a terrorist on the lam, and my lolling head hit the […]
The right of the multitude (III): the right to construct alternatives
by Ana Bazac I Do people have nowadays the right to oppose, to protest? Not even this right, since not only some categories are forbidden to strike, to unionize, to protest, but – in fact, much more important – any protest has no longer real worth. Real opposition protests do not have power/real […]
The Conservationist’s Convalescence
by Colin James I have that feeling plants could grow on your face. The topsoil promised should be adequate. Downwards growth
Poems
by Alexandru Ionaşcu Life I was in a __________________ God – forsaken I slept a ___________________ God – forsaken I died a_____________________God – forsaken I dreamt a ___________________ God – forsaken I viewed a __________________ God – forsaken I touched a __________________ God – forsaken I fucked a __________________ God – forsaken I drank a […]
Jeanne Valet
by Oliviu Crâznic I spotted her blonde hair, from the outskirts of my forest – A worthy prey to summon, that sylphlike silhouette; Under the ashen sunlight, leaving behind my raiment, On all fours I am running – the time has come for Jeanne Valet.
Shadow’s Dream – Some paintings of Paul Delvaux
by Martin Burke This is a dream’s shadow of a dream. This is the woman in the mirror as she sees herself (not as others see her). She is viewed under a sliver of the moon by attentive eyes (but what they see we do not see), and there is an orchard (it is wintertime, […]
Bug
by Alexandru Lamba January, Monday. The third Monday of January and the most depressive day of the whole year. Not for me, of course, but you felt it so, didn’t you? The melancholy of the just gone holidays, taking away the visits of the ones dear to you… You couldn’t really trace its […]
poems by A.J. Huffman
A Forgotten Space I watch the world through glasses made of lead. Their cold, gray vision proves most accurate, if top-heavy. A great deal of weight to carry, I rest often, lying in pools of pessimistic slush. My body begins to emulate the texture of seepage, dreams of becoming quicksand, waits patiently for the […]