poem by Rick Hartwell
Three Forms of Mind (For his soul melt and his mind flow like water. Ivo Andric, The Bridge on the Drina)
War
by Jonathan Vidgop translated into English by Leo Shtutin My room is very small. I can traverse it in five steps, turn right or left, depending on what wall I’m walking along, and take three further steps. My room thus resembles a Christian coffin or an antique pencil box with a fitted wooden lid. But […]
poems by Bobby Z
The American Dream with streets once paved with gold, now filled with detours, the dream has been put on hold.
dureri
(egoZaur) de Sorin-Mihai Grad euimea noastră [cu cine poți vorbi cinstit despre durere dacă nu singur?] îți mai amintești cum era când nu ne durea nimic?
Exaiphnes
by Ștefan Bolea I. WORLD You are from this world, not from above, not from below. Here and now, you are experiencing your salvation, your damnation, or both. II. GODS What I have doesn’t come from me.
Cripta lui Christian Rosenkreutz
de Fernando Pessoa traducere: Ștefan Bolea & Rodrigo Inácio R. Sá Menezes recitare: Ștefan Bolea # textul poate fi citit aici
status 2.4
(ca prin oglindă) de Marius-Iulian Stancu principala problemă pe care o pune îmbătrânirea, din perspectivă platoniciană, nu este apropierea de moarte, ci pierderea frumuseții fizice, unica șansă a spiritului, într-o lume a căderii, de a regăsi drumul [prin celălalt] înspre transcendent.
poeme de Vrd
(debut) Dragă îngere, Oh înger îngerașul meu, Tu chiar exiști? Te-am văzut la 5 ani,
poem de Ana Alicu
Știi? Ți s-a-ntâmplat vreodată Ca într-o zi să fi trăit la maxim Să fi atins un prag extrem
The last Three Weeks
by Chris Gartland Nice, Nice, Very Nice – 12/23/2022 Despite planning a solstice break, scribblings on paper, persistent as paintings on cave walls, do not allow it, it, it, it’s not a real word in the sense of understanding offsides if never having played the game – perhaps a proof in the form of an […]