On bodies
On bodies By Daria Piskozub on November 18, 2018 My body is the veilBetween the web that is my mindAnd my heart that shouts in the distance.For every pulse that…
On bodies By Daria Piskozub on November 18, 2018 My body is the veilBetween the web that is my mindAnd my heart that shouts in the distance.For every pulse that…
five fingers By Marta Urushadze on November 18, 2018 My days in the camp were like a slow song. They were nice. I’m sitting at a table in my cottage…
Thickening Lines By Gayaneh Vardanyan on November 18, 2018 …When I was a kid, my grandma would tell me fairy tales and I’d believe her. Because she was my grandma.…
Blue lake By Kateryna Orlovska on November 18, 2018 Try to go into the blue lake. The water is cold, but you can understand this cold in the way you…
My Body = Aeon By Emma Kirakosyan on November 18, 2018 Cradles of lossHumming eternallyInto my bonesWhile armies of gleamsAnd a thousand SunsEnter so solemnlyInto my night.Oceans of crimson,Dripping with…
Up and down By Oksana Lebedivna on November 18, 2018 she has been getting same steps not leaving her spotfrom day to day from year to yearshe has been crippled and speechlessunable to put words to their boxesso many times did she use…
I am so different than before By Kübra Arar on November 18, 2018 Before arrival: Now, I am on the plane. I am flying far away. We are going through…
One More Cup of Coffee By Halil Akgündüz on November 18, 2018 It’s been said that one cup of coffee can solve every kind of conflict. Caffeine acts as a central…
The Unborn Sun By Ceren Turkkan on November 18, 2018 It was a night in the desolate, cold and lonely mountains of the east, where the brutal storms flying.Dawn was…
I Know That You By Ceren Turkkan on November 18, 2018 I don’t know, this city,How many leaves have gone up in the shadows?How many tears filled the sea on…