A former existence untold in real time...

Bartosz Beda

Dawnwide and whitened in the ache of light,   

The grey mask on the pillow turned, death issued   

Pure from our lips 

Phoebe Nesgos (detail)

 or cold   

In the void ether, visions

Famished through interminable dark,

Which wakened us our bodies, the strange bones   

Trembling in single wonder of themselves.

Łukasz Wodyński



the   
Bitter turf our vision, so alone there
Waiting for pain in the numb fracture




Monika Weiss 

Robert Bubel

dissolving 

with the idea

of singular endeavor. (...)

                     Tell me,

and I gain at the telling.

Of the lie, and the waking

against the heavy breathing

of new light, dawn, shattering

the naive cluck

of feeling.

                   What is tomorrow  

that it cannot come 

                                    today?

Johanna Krimmel 






Christos Tsimaris


Grażyna Smalej 


Elaine Despins 






Daniela Krtsch

Ginny Grayson 

 Head reared into the morning.

And in cold mirrors our deep eyes,

Familiars of starlight, curious

Interpreters of the sun, the fire and clear

Waterlights of noon upon our walls:

Webs for the spring of shadow.

                                              Where have you been?

What have you noticed? What have you hidden? Who   

Speaks to you in this one’s voice? Still there?

So hurt, so sorry, so angry, so ashamed . . .

Jean-Luc Almond 






Pablo Gonzalez




title - Agha Shahid Ali
4. from a opoem of Amiri Baraka
all others from a poem of Robert Fitzgerald