Alma Braja, AlbaniaThe PoemsSELECTED MEMORYIn the dim lightof the almost full moonthe streets look paved shadows.Forgotten are the words of a poem,only the essence is left hereand I, forgotten toobetween verseswho knew how to lock me inside them.Mean...

Lina Fitili, GreeceThe PoemsEND OF SEASON.With the wound of quiescenceStraight in the heartI walked on bordersUntil I arrivedNot like the passers-byAnd all the dangerous creaturesOf the nightBut with my fingers yellowish Because of too much of moon.T...

Vangelis Tasiopoulos, GreeceThe PoemsTHE HOMELESS CONTEMPLATES, GROWS COLDThe eveninginsists threatenshumid the city smells of stormand the blue breaks downto the borrowed clouds. The sea feels fullby the love who heals the wounds.Whatever passionate...

Zita Izsó, HungaryThe PoemsAs the Offspring of the CichlidsI mostly remember the snow.We elbowed on the windowsill,staring at the infinite whitenesswhen the soldiers broke the door in.I had just enough time to drag my little sister to the pantry.Whil...

Kostas A. Kremmydas, GreeceThe PoemsInstead of a CV I often confess to the district registrarto judicial representativeswho search in vain for my name in the directoriesI confess to the golden vestments of the bishopsTo the open windows that were fin...

Giorgos Koutouvelas, GreeceThe PoemsCollateral damage*Crack*He lifted his foot and found a tinyplastic soldier.His legs were cracked; the body hadcrumbled in a formless mass while it hadalso been beheaded.With his leg he threw some dirt over it.As a ...

Vasilis Ladas, GreeceThe PoemsModelWe could assume in the times we are livingthat the little boy who was found drawn, facing down the Aegean shorewas like a model made of sand that was sleeping,and when the boat flipped over and the boy was sinkingto...

Marija Dejanović, CroatiaThe PoemsConcreteMy friends live in gaps between the wardrobe and the wallthat are impossible to reachas I stretch my arms, a web of silenceenters my mouth; they are the shady silence of plasterI tell her: choose a picture fr...

Kostas Kanavouris, GreeceThe PoemsVIWhite paper: You are a scaffold.White paper: A mouth.White paper: A throat.White paper: A stomach.White paper: An anus.White paper: You swallow everything.                 &n...

Anna Adamowicz, PolandThe Poemsanimaliaall fish to cogs in the machineall humans to bellies of the seasall amphibians to sledsall humans to mud pondsall reptiles to crevices of railsall humans to vipers' nestsall birds to lattices of wheelsall humans...

Yannis Stefanakis, Greece  IN THE MIDDLE OF THE THRESHING FLOOR  THE INSIGNIFICANCE The PoemsIN THE MIDDLE OF THE THRESHING FLOORIn the middle of the threshing floorwith straws on my bare feeteight years old looking at the sky;tripping...

Menelaos Karalis, GreeceThe PoemsRefugeThe night smells of moldThe darkness has been cut in twoThe sound of the siren yank out the foundations of the roadsHurry up we're leaving...Where to hide the upcoming wars?While my hands are waving on fore...

Tim Postovit, Czech RepublicThe PoemsHOTELby night I dreamed I was a hotelmy last customers were tired peopleI was the last place on the planet    where astronauts sleptmy last customers were the planet's      last ...

Christos Katroutsos, GreeceThe PoemsCOMING AGAIN FROM WORKComing back from work againafter the day's wages of my unemployed thought,I' m looking for keys I've been collectingfor home, the car, for the anxiety of the closet.I had learned all the teeth...

Alexandra Bakonika, GreeceThe PoemsBacchanal Revelry The excursion coach made a stop in the idyllic town.The CD player continued playing music full blastas the passengers were getting off.Earlier on, en route, a lively merriment broke outwith songs, ...

Andrej Al-Asadi, North MacedoniaThe PoemsBlack mirrors above DikankaHope shot In a thicket of times.A golden rug spread Over never-ending fieldsUkraine! U-u-u!Youuu! Cain's crow! You're not a turdTo be stuck on the bear's bootMaking it snort more swe...

Anna Afentoulidou, GreeceThe PoemsCollectorBurnt butterfly wingsbeside the lineleft by a squished firefly.Tales I forgepinning broken earringson the eyes of plain dolls.I shall be smoking at nightstaring at their remains,scattered upon the wall.*Συλλ...

Spyros L. Vrettos, GreeceThe PoemsTHE PROPER MOVEThey were so much the same that as soon as she made a movein her home, he, who was elsewhere, guessed what the movewas and saw her doing it as if she were there in front of him.Or as soon as she starte...

Nadya Radulova, BulgariaThe PoemsThe Open WindowWhen soft morning light enters the roomand turns into a cat, the cat into a rose,the rose into a small, barely noticeablewound above the ankle, whenno one notices the wound and it closes up unnoticed,wh...

Sotirios Pastakas, GreeceThe PoemsA MOMENTA passenger sitting on the rear seatof the bus with the proper wrinkle of thoughtbehind the glass looking at me. I'm looking at himslantwise from Alexandroupolis to Spartaand from Heraklion to Lixouri, I'm lo...