Miss Kolkhoz by Lilli Luuk
Once, on the bus back home, a man sat behind me while another sat next to me. As the bus moved off, the one behind me threw his arms around me, forced his hands under my jacket straight to my breasts and pressed me hard against the back of the seat. The reek of vodka…
Your Strength Returns by Mehis Heinsaar
that thousand-year gaze now encompasses everything within itself – all that’s ancient is so young, so young!
Accused of Murder by Maimu Berg
The taxi was already pulling up in front of the airport. I didn’t bother checking my ticket to see where exactly I was headed. Funny how a fall can scramble your wits. As he handed me the suitcase from the boot, the driver wished me a pleasant trip. ‘Which way are you flying?’ he asked.…
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.
