KABIRChandrakant ShahCome! Let us bring genes out of the closet
Let us reach them to other lands, argots and worlds
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KALININGRAD AMBER PARKMarion Poschmann
To the joyful and joy-bringing fight for the dominance of the garden! Hurrying on ahead, there,
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KALLIAjmer RodeKalli followed me 8 miles
to the market where cattle were traded
or sold like slaves.
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KAMATIPURANamdeo DhasalThe nocturnal porcupine reclines here
Like an alluring grey bouquet
Wearing the
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KAMTCHATKADamir ŠodanI dreamed that Kamtchatka
had broken off from the mainland
and was floating freely across
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KANDATHIRaghavan AtholiBefore the garbage heap in the street
A hungry woman waits.
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KANONENFUTTERGloria DünklerHe admired the savagery of the platoon starving
for blood and glory, for the lives they took.
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KATIA READINGRamón Cote BaraibarThere is no greater pleasure in life,
Katia, than spying on you
on Saturday
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KEELRuth LastersBoats wear beards under water,
strands of seaweed and algae, slowing them down
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KEEP IN TOUCHTarannum RiyazOne should keep meeting friends and phoning them
if one loses touch even for a few days
one
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KEEP OFF THE GRASSMbuyiseni Oswald MtshaliThe grass is the green mat
trimmed with gladioli
red like flames in the furnace.
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KEEP TO THISRogi WiegOnly what’s left of you
at this funeral, only some flowers, and
a municipal poet, yes,
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KEEPER OF THE ABSENTAndriana Škunca The deserted house comes alive again, it opens and gives away
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KEYNadia Adina Rose
I straighten out my mother
attach her to the backrest
fold her hands
place
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KEY CHAINSBorben VladovićThe little shop on a steep street
with the door-bell
playing Mozart’s music.
Key chains
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KIEV, UKRAINE: APRIL 1980Dilip ChitreIt’s all mixed up: Vladimir, Yaroslav,
The skeletons of monks in the underground church,
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KIKIDebarati MitraWho, why, when, no one knows.
On the seashore waist deep in sand
The girl Kiki of Jade
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KILLING TIMELars GustafssonThe magazine was brick yellow and quickly read.
It was the cheapest thing in the company
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KIOSK BY THE SEADurs GrünbeinFreedom – and the traffic carried on. The idea
Had taken hold en route. A tub of
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KISSBarbara KorunWhat word
sleeps on your lips,
what?
What landscape
glows beneath your
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KITCHENRoland JoorisBluntly looking
for a form, almost,
for what
fades into
an aloof
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KNITTERBernard DewulfDrawers full of warm rollnecks
she knits and so tracks people
down who all the year
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KNIVESUdayan VajpeyiFather has returned from his office. Knives glitter in the hands of people in the street.
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KNOCK KNOCKMostapha SamadyKnock knock knock
It's not the sound of the door
It's the music of the
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KNOWINGAnamikaKnowing someone is like buying another mirror for yourself
and another set of earphones, good
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KNOWING DIRECTIONSManushya PuthiranAll gratitude
and return favours
do demean you a little.
Henceforth
I
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KOALASJan Wagnerso much sleep in only one tree,
so many gray globes
of fur in all the branches, a
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KOHELETOrit GidaliI, Kohelet, was king of Jerusalem.
I really was.
Treading a thousand flowers en route
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KUMSTMarion PoschmannThe simple branch and its adjectives: swaying,
gently-moving, densely-leafed,
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