Marco Martos, PeruThe PoemsAbraxasAbraxas escapes with time and hurts with the spear of lovewhile he flees.Returns with the flowers, returns with the heat, with the dense trees,he returns with the cold.Returns with the snow, creates the illusion of h...

Henry Alexander Gómez, Colombia GREAT-GRANDMA FELISA'S BONES The PoemsGREAT-GRANDMA FELISA'S BONESThey appeared suddenly,inside a black wooden boxand carrying the night's broken air.They walked along the years' pathshoved into any which corner of the...

Marija Dejanović, CroatiaThe PoemsAubade Aubade is a buffaloIt unwraps its horns like a lotusand water is dew, strewn with a fainttwist of the neck. This mist forms a thindense layer of fur that trails its spinelike a white deer trails trafficwh...

Teresa Calderón, ChileThe PoemsOF THE NAMELESS BIRDSAnd tomorrow,tomorrow what will become of the facesI invented to look for me,of the words I couldn´timagine in my presence.Tomorrow, I ask,what will become of the earthwhere the araucaria pines rain...

Piedad Bonnett, Colombia The PoemsThe scarsThere is no scar, no matter how brutal it seems,that does not contain beauty.An undeniable story narrated in it,some pain. But also its end.Scars, then, are the seamsof memory,a crippled ending that heals us...

Ismael Diadié Haidara, MaliThe PoemsThessaloniki                    To Edgar MorinAuschwitz is between me and my Jewish memory.I went to Athens and I can see the Parthenon, the theater and far away th...

Miguel-Angel Zapata, Peru THE WINDOW The PoemsTHE WINDOWI'm going to build a window in the middle of the street in order to not feel lonely. I willplant a tree in the middle of the street, and it will grow to the astonishment of the passersby. I...

Ioana Gruia, SpainThe PoemsA woman in the sun There is nothing more absolute than a body.I imagine the storyof this naked and pensive womanthat resembles me.She is the lady of loneliness longing fora stormy love, an impetuous seawaythat, at the same ...

Mai Văn Phấn, Vietnam Bitter Potion The PoemsBitter Potion (For Ngọc Trâm)As fever is burning you on its pyreI become ash tooThe bitter potion cannot wait any moreHolding your hand                    ...

Alexandros Santo Tihomir, GreeceThe PoemsBEAUTIFUL                     for LianaI fade away softly so you remain asleep lightening up the corners of the room with everything I haven't kissed. I'l...

 Ana Arzoumanian, Argentina The PoemsShe, the never daughter/ Ella, la nunca hijaPoem 1She didn't speakfor a few days,nothing to voice;petrified in her throata squeezed flow of ants,an accumulation of ropes,columns of fumesticky with insect...

Paura Rodríguez Leytón, BoliviaThe PoemsSmall MovesWill it be incessant forgetfulnesstaking us by the hand,to calculate the chasms?Dwelling in this small spaceis to be a hodgepodge of souls.To hoe and to coverthe hollowwith the same yearningmakes us ...

Leonidas Kakaroglou Iro Nikopoulou Yiannis Patilis Yiannis Doukas Andonis Fostieris Anna Afentoulidou Giannis Panousis Spyros L. Vrettos Zacharias Katsakos Mania Meziti Chloe Koutsoumpeli Triantafyllos H. Kotopoulos Georgia Velivasaki Eleftheria Than...

Georgia Velivasaki, Greece She, the Individual Zero Revelation / Voiceless palatal fricative The PoemsShe, the Individual ZeroUpon her body, the worldcatches its breathhaving incubatedcephalotuses, telchines and homunculino salvation is recounted her...

Eleftheria Thanoglou, GreeceThe PoemsIn days won He built houses,bought more landhe sowed fruit and planted crosseson three continents.He married twicehad five children in total,a couple of steady paramoursin furnished apartments.All possessions cars...

Thanos Gogos, GreeceThe PoemsShe has a pierced boneFrom within it gushesthe milk In the plateauThey detest her: This seashellThis seashell, they say, that I haveThis seashell that I haveIn me Counts the laws like a rowerPursuesSinks all things and th...

Iossif Ventura, Greece The Square The PoemsThe SquareWho are these people marching at noontide?Why do we hear these beating drums?What are the pigeons looking for on fluttering banners?What are the scattered words that stain the air?Sweat soaks the s...

Tassoula Karageorgiou, Greece The PoemsAJAX DOESN'T COME… χάριν… τοῦ ζοοῦ διώκομενοἱ ζοοί, κάκιστα δ᾽ αἰεὶ τῷ θανόντι γίνεταιIn the back of the room Archilochus—like a naughty child sitting in the last row—keeps laughing at me.Which excellence of Aja...

Giorgos Gotis, GreeceThe PoemsPROLEGOMENAOur words are little mirrorsa piece of land from our futurewhere our image will come to rest as others hold the words steady.We'll find a place to be together.Our words are little mirrorsof water slakingthe th...

Kostas Lantavos, Greece THE TIME The PoemsTHE TIMEHow to measure time?And how present is the present timewhen it passes through a moment and is getting lost in absence?What language does time speak to us?to be perceived as a frieze presence?Is time p...