Gail Tirone Nesting Dolls Someone once gave me a set of wooden nesting dolls from Russia which I stood side by side, a line of six pretty girls with stylized smiles, rigidly round, each waiting to be filled by the next – like young girls everywhere awaiting fulfillment of themselves by others, of themselves by […]
Read MoreOliver Kleyer May your day be as balanced as the moon in the morning sky. Oliver Kleyer is a teacher and poet from Northern Germany and a regular visitor of state fairs.
Read MoreOliver Kleyer At sunrise, my train drives slowly through a painting by William Turner. Oliver Kleyer is a teacher and poet from Northern Germany and a regular visitor of state fairs.
Read MoreDominik Kai Brotherton Own Goal People laughed, but they couldn’t take it away from me: it was a mistake, but at least it was mine. Dominik Kai Brotherton is a microbiologist who arranges words for shits and giggles.
Read MoreElizabeth Fevyer Lemons Think about a cut lemon for long enough, my therapist says, and you’ll salivate, so I imagine your cheekin the palm of my handand wait for the death to drain out of me. Elizabeth Fevyer lives in […]
Read MoreRyan Brennan Slightly Off to the East I can hear the sounds of an owl Rising up through the pines Shaped like rings of smoke Floating from my grandad’s lips. Ryan Brennan is a poet living in the Catskill Mountains who writes poems his mother will read.
Read MoreRyan Brennan To Whoever Moves in Next We’ll leave our ghosts In the garden And our love In the sunlight That filters Through the Kitchen. Ryan Brennan is a poet living in the Catskill Mountains who writes poems his mother will read.
Read MoreRyan Brennan This Morning Against a blank iron fitted sky A small bird began whistling With cheeks full of sunlight. Ryan Brennan is a poet living in the Catskill Mountains who writes poems his mother will read.
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