by Clara Burghelea A bruise down the thigh or sinkingteeth into another flesh. A ring of sky,or the deafening storm. Dreaming of coffee all my life, then hives.Obsessed with soft leeches,choking at the sight of blood. To have and to hold, otherwiseeasy with the in-betweens. Inksliding on paper, then softly barren. Lying on the floor with you,naming all secrets, or Read More
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Melodental
by Édgar Omar Avilés (translated by Toshiya Kamei) A man was cleaning his mouth. That morning he was brushing his teeth with such mastery that he began to create sublime music. All of a sudden the doors and windows of his house broke: he realized right away that he stood in front of three taxmen, seven extraterrestrials, two gods, a Read More