Reverse Profile - Vladimir Martinovski

An
Error has
Sneaked by
In
The Book
Of Marriage:
The registry number
Of the bride
Lacks a digit

Beauty Will Save the World - Tihomir Jančovski

The day was nothing special, an ordinary rainy day.
I didn’t know that I would be afraid to fall asleep in the evening.
For sometimes, I’m dying at night.
I have died in the dreams of others and in those of my own.
So, it would not be the first time.

This Is It, Your - Magdalena Horvat

poem without any aim or pretension

to be another source of your tension—

a post-apocalyptic poem that no one

will read anyway;

The Poem And The Butterfly - Mihail Rendžov

Find

But a crumb of light

And make a butterfly.

Coordinating System - Daniela Andonovska-Trajkovska

all people know what the coordinates that I live in are

and what full stops my initials are leaning on

A Zipper - Nikolina Andova Šopova

Like when you are zipping

a broken zipper

You slide it, and it persistently opens

Escape from - Jovica Ivanovski

Escape from yourself, that’s what poetry is.
In the meantime you search for yourself –
that’s poetry, too.

Mud is made of earth and water - Tihomir Jančovski

One day, when you will not open your eyes, surely,
you have died.

Longing for the South - Konstantin Miladinov

If I had an eagle's wings
I would rise and fly on them
To our shores, to our own parts,
To See Stambol, to see Kukus,
And to watch the sunrise: is it
dim there too, as it is here?

The Persian Bride - Elizabeta Bakovska

You speak to me in a language I don't understand.
Your eyes, a blue we don't have,
called me out of the many
pale women's faces there in Susa.