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
In a Dream I Saw the World. Doris Kareva’s Poetry in Italian
As though composed in another time and another dimension, Doris Kareva’s verses, in their dense brevity, offer an intense aesthetic experience, triggering in the reader a powerful and rarefied emotion – like the light of the North.
dr. lu-ming and fate and other poems by Andres Ehin
in the morning i put on my skis and ski along your traces for hundreds and hundreds of kilometres sniffing each one of your toe-holes in the snow without food nor drink skiing and sniffing until the midnight sun sets
The Diary of Vaino Vahing by Rainer Sarnet
Vaino Vahing was interested in borderline situations, the shedding of masks, disoriented playfulness, and crossing limits that might reveal something essential or unguarded.
Live Freely or Die and the End of the Anchor Chain by Ilmar Laaban
Listen to the fountain of righteous blood speaking in the baleful herb garden, know the worth of avengement and stars, live freely or die. Remember, the decayed eyes of traitors shall become the flesh of hopeful fish, howl of ferns and iron – live freely or die.
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…
