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  • Bartosz Konstrat translated from Polish by Dawid Mobolaji

    Suddenly: bam! The little boys rise from their knees, their teeth grow and begin to bite.

  • Voicegrass and Incantation…translated from the Swedish by Bradley Harmon

    the word the night bore

  • Abend in Skåne | Du, Nachbar Gott | Wie der Wächter

    The park is high. As from a house

  • Olympia

    The ancient Greeks knew how to pick out a sacred spot,

  • Door to Door

    He tooled around Long Island

  • Let the Dead Bury the Dead

    Surely she would want to hear one final song, something from the Carpathians, something folkloric about flying

  • Without Apology

    Things happen. We’ve been promised

  • Anatomy of Late

    It looks like a fox, when it’s sleeping. No, its body

  • TENEBRAE

    As grief begins taking up resi

  • The Mind Sliding

    around inside the scene:

  • JOURNAL, OR STORY WITHOUT WORDS

    And I follow the hand copying what it had written years ago

  • The Pair

    Here’s how they climbed out of the nights’ custody.