My Body Is the Dream of My Ancestors and other poems by Hasso Krull
Bone and skin, hair and fat: they saw it long ago, but so little time has passed that no one believes it. My ass isn’t bulbous and springy just because: someone sat upon it for thousands of years, then lent me the cheeks – don’t just wear them down; when you sit, then sit with…
The Manifesto of Clotted Blood
The first and most radical of our recommended measures regards the application of words. To be clear: not any or all words, but only those that will express the voice of our heart. It’s not hard to find examples of words that express the ideas pertaining to our situation. The first 'dickhead'. And the next:…
The Race and other poems by Maarja Pärtna
I carry within my heart a broken landscape like a panorama traced upon a foggy window by fingertip. Villages devoured by oil shale mines, desiccated bogs, and the voiceless place-wounds of polluted rivers, into the lacerations of which the future’s wind plants hopes of revival. Facing violence, I lean upon resilience, upon the incessant thirst for life, upon the ability to…
When a Human Being Dies and other poems by FS
you who compose formulae and cause us to react grant us also the courage not to fear that which we desire
