The Western Glide and Other Poems by Mathura
Don’t people break the same over their own winters, barely keeping their branches together, and yet, as summer comes, they bear fruit again to those willing to taste them, to have their fill, as if nothing had changed from last year to this.
The Fourth Dimension by Friedebert Tuglas
The firmament swells over my face as a silken fabric. Wherever my gaze delves, it rises like a gothic arch into the heights, a tentpole holding up the sloping periphery. Like a blue-green-white tent nave, it has been thrown high over my being.
Susurrus and Other Poems by Triin Paja
youth whispers: your power leaves you as I leave you – as if now we must always stand below the night’s piano shawl. a woman says: rose, grow into a rowan or a raven – meaning the body holds firmly to its secret.
The Universe is My Tinder and Other Poems by Sveta Grigorjeva
frankenstein’s monster is back and now polyamorous aromantic eco-sexual more interested in periwinkles than in the third pension pillar nuclear family or content creation they proclaim you can be a freak too you can be a monster too
Unheard the Home Is Humming by Ernst Enno
All falling into silence around you, deep within. What's in the past is gone now, what's coming, beckoning.
My Poor Love and the Garden Bed by Gregor Kulla
i’m built different stinky there’s loser in me too smile a frozen winner’s smile no one wants to pick off a tree a rotten smile full of wasps everything’s buzzing it’s so hot i order a mezcal with ginger beer and lay my puzzy behind a low table time undulates below
