FALLEN SEEDS by Donny Barilla

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FALLEN SEEDSBy Donny Barilla     Fallen SeedsSweet juices pooled about the floor of my mouth.I snapped the apples skin and felt the floods slap across my tongue.Pulps sauteed the parchment walls of my throatas I opened...

TAPESTRY by Natasha Zarine

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TAPESTRYBy Natasha Zarine IncarnaratedClutching the rolls of youDrip latent constellationsEnchained by taboo.But when I howl of pleasureI never think of you. Raping myself, I caressEvery tingling motionFeeling what will not exist.Like a harp, I pluckMyself to...

SACRIFICE By Georgia Eugenides

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    SACRIFICEBy Georgia Eugenides    THE SUMMER I NEVER HADin the morningi search for myself everywhere,under ivory sheets that smell of cinnamon, between porcelain jarson the highest kitchen shelf and among blue, crossed outpoems in my notebooki...

NOW I SEE, By Mignon Ariel King

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NOW I SEEBy Mignon Ariel King Chifforobe Daddy had one, so when its three tones of art-deco woodcreaked open on tiny black hinges to emit a breath of cedar,I fell in love. I could see the...

WHO AM I By Emily Eigenheer

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WHO AM IBy Emily Eigenheer I Am My Own Army My name is not singular,It is not a single entity,Rather a collection of names that have been acquired over time.I come from two very different people,The...

SERGEY CHERNYSHEV’S POETRY Translated by Boris Kokotov

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Poetry by SERGEY CHERNYSHEVTranslated by Boris Kokotov  Sound Flesh flickers: smoke, a man,an anthill. Sound, blunt and hollow,still palpitates  inside the frozen headand wags its tail -- green, red, and yellow. It’s empty. With a wanton tonguehanging...

CHASM By Lisa Brognano

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CHASMBy Lisa Brognano     CHASMHe yells to her overBig bank of hills andSees nothing but bluntBrown banks and a snakeRiver below.She hears Tom and fromHer ledge moves a little,Sees the river and some grass.He strains and...

POEMAS DE MICHAEL SPRING Traduzido por Maria João Marques

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POEMAS DE MICHAEL SPRINGTraduzido por Maria João Marques surrealista no tempo não há mais árvorespara arrancar do seu corpo de cada buraco espreita um olhocomo um amanhecer inteiro atraindoenxames de relógios e ponteiros fecha os olhos e torna-se nada...