Your Strength Returns by Mehis Heinsaar
that thousand-year gaze now encompasses everything within itself – all that’s ancient is so young, so young!
Two Poems by Jaan Malin
Without elbowing on to a ploughed field overseeded with laurel, we run into a principled apple (made out of stone; never gold!), which keeps on whining: “No, this isn’t right!”
In the Room Next to the Helicopter by Kiwa
My favourite hall is the one where those empty pictures are gathered for which it is unknown why they were left empty.
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.
