SUMMONED TO THIS PLANETYumi Fuzuki
Winter’s midway point has passed,
Sunlight pierces the blank margin of the season.
WHEN THE WORLD LAY NAMELESSYumi Fuzuki
The mic starts picking up the sound,
you speak faithfully.
This is not a test.
THE SLICED EYELIDYumi Fuzuki
Suppose I turned into a blue June freezer
bandage plastered over the split in my eyelid.
It lulls …
THE SINGLE-SLEEVED FISHYumi Fuzuki
You will one day come to belong to someone.
I will be able to observe the process.
If it had been …
THE FLAPPING OF EARSYumi Fuzuki
Those ears are butterflies
And you’re unaware.
Chasing a voice, poised to go dancing off, a …
THE SKY FOR SIGNSYumi Fuzuki
With no body worthy of offering,
I long to present you the sky above.
To hand over everything to …
EPIC LOVERSYumi Fuzuki
I fancy reading so go to meet you.
Sitting on the bus as it pulls out,
I open a book and winter …
CEILING OBSERVATIONYumi Fuzuki
Going to school was meaningless.
7:10 in the morning.
When the clock’s hand made its slight …
I remember a plant with leaves
palm on outstretched palm
long I thought, …
CALL HER SUOMAJike Bu
Call her Suoma
in the name of love we share
in the last, this and next life.
Love her—love her …
WOMEN AT AGE 18Jike Bu
They smile—sun rises from their high
cheekbones. High, higher. They blush—
shyness falls, …
LISTENING TO THE SEAJike Bu
When my mother talks about another woman,
her facial expressions, surging, stretch into a mountain …
ONE FLOWER ONE WORLDJike Bu
Along the brilliantly climbing vine, splendid, is the flower of prophecy.
Nourished by the rain …
HET DORP - 1Joost Decorte
Dit lijf teweerleggen tot het is
van koude, wind en regen
een hard en bruikbaar ding,
1939 Xavier Roelens
WE DACHTEN DAT DE KATTEN aan het aftrekken waren. we
dachten dat tom tot de achterhoede …
WAT IK VERSTOPTERadna Fabias
de onberispelijk opgepoetste in de zon glimmende velgen
Ben sana kara üzümlerdim eskiden
Suluydum, çok taneliydim
Dünya değildi kollarıma …
MY LAMBGonca Özmen
Sayeed says revolution. My hair in a bun.
Sayeed and I our mouths are half open. We breathe …
Al bu taka tukaları Memet
Al bu taka tukaları taka tukacıya götür
Bu beni al Memet
Al bu beni …
IT WAS YOUR MOUTHGonca Özmen
It was your mouth
Naked wall, intimate door
It was your mouth
Tracing unborn contours