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Winter Diary

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Issue No. 17

Galina Rymbu

TR. Jonathan Brooks Platt

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Issue No. 17

who bravely blasts their breath through the horn flares of gloomy streets, into dripping construction trailers, dropped by the dead, the dull anxiety of...

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June 2016

from GERMINAL

Chloe Stopa-Hunt

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June 2016

  1. Waste-Gold   These songs are waste-gold a matter of passing time together as we wait for night...

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May 2016

Two Poems

Sam Buchan-Watts

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May 2016

The Dentist’s Chair       I dreamt of the dentist’s chair, that it wore a smart pair of...

Prize Entry

April 2016

Mute Canticle

Leon Craig

Prize Entry

April 2016

Giulio the singing fascist came to pick me up from the little airport in his Jeep. He made sure...

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February 2016

[from] What It Means to Be Avant-Garde

Anna Moschovakis

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February 2016

This is an excerpt from the middle of a longer poem. The full poem is in Moschovakis’s forthcoming book,...

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February 2016

Maurice Echegaray

Lina Wolff

TR. Frank Perry

poetry

February 2016

It was when we were living near the southbound exit. Maurice Echegaray had his company office on our staircase...

Sex Is a Desert

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January 2016

Galina Rymbu

TR. Jonathan Brooks Platt

poetry

January 2016

I’m screaming lying alone in this settlement     everything empty only emptiness sex – is a desert     evening coming home from...

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January 2016

Two New Poems

Elena Fanailova

TR. Eugene Ostashevsky

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January 2016

(POEM FOR ZHADAN)   This (my) country will be the death of you Its military mathematics Its secret services...

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January 2016

Meteorite

Liliana Colanzi

TR. Frances Riddle

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January 2016

The meteorite retraced its orbit in the solar system for fifteen million years until a passing comet pushed it...

Three Honey Protocols

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January 2016

Monika Rinck

TR. Nicholas Grindell

poetry

January 2016

FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE PONDERS LOVE   Honey protocols, hear how they mock, snow white and super blue: On the footpaths, we are told, radiators grapple...