Tag: Yana Kane-Esrig
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Seven Poems by Alena Maksakowa
These words in a column Used to hold up my world A frail portico Of word caryatids Eternal themes The world rolled up like a scroll
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Eight Poems by Dmitriy Blizniuk
reality like a pensive woman winds a strand of hair round a finger. the window is streaked with rain. seems like a bird pattern, long-legged flowing cranes, half-broken stone cattail buildings, rotting waterlily entryways. be sure not to touch anything