looking for signs - Stella Vinitchi Radulescu

I should make music from your amnesia

God

Breathing - Rajathi Salma

Everything happens so quickly
before I can feel it.

Roses - Publius Annius Florus

What roses have I seen come with the morn!
Scarce born they were, yet not alike in age:

On the day of death - Peter Damian

Ah, thou bringest dreams of terror,
Thou of life my latest day,
Bringest dreams that shake my pulses,
Fill my bosom with dismay;
Sunk in solemn gloom and anguish
I behold thy parting ray.

Death thinks the Stars at Night are Scabbed over Wounds - Gokçenur C.

Death runs a shop in the Grand Bazaar on Fesçiler Street
Death thinks using foreign words from time to time very cool
Death tries to hide the existence of stripeless zebras from everyone else

Tribe of Woods - Warsan Shire

I held down my daughter last night
spread her limbs across the forest
laid her out to rest
crushed berries across her mouth and
gave her my knuckles to chew on

The Premises of Grass - Eugene Ostashevsky

The Laughing Philosopher has entered
the Witless Relocation Program
Outside his window there’s a rooster
that looks like a toaster

Elegy - Bewketu Seyoum

The fall of every leaf diminishes me,
so when I hear a rustle
I send my eyes out of the window
to look at the trees in the yard.

Terrorism not a religion - Ammar Butt

“Where is my daughter?”
The mother asks,
Not knowing that her daughter
Couldn’t survive the blast.

Or Perhaps We Will Never Enter Our Lives At All But Remain Always Somewhat at the Door of Things? - Johanna Skibsrud

Repeat ourselves, in the cramped and inner
chambers of our hearts, where, in ever-narrowing circles, we