Vladimir Martinovski, Republic of North Macedonia The PoemsFAMILY PORTRAIT Inspired by a black and white photographfrom the Museum ofPhotography in ParisThe Fatheris missingHe probably neverliked to have his picture taken(or maybe he's hidingbeh...
Kostas Gouliamos, CyprusThe PoemsThere are surprises in the air I am considering a more spacious death Like the one your ink is shaping Because the time when planes hung from my neck has passed And I couldn't tell what was hiding behind the machine P...
Giorgos Christodoulides, CyprusThe PoemsRoaming the worldI met the man who remembered everything because he lived in a country without erasers and he was miserable. I met the man who couldn't recall his own name because where he lived Alzheimer's gre...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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 ...
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...
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 ...
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 ...
Andrés Álvarez Arboleda, Colombia LIKE A WARY BIRD WAR The PoemsTHAT SMELL OF DEAD TREESThat smell of dead trees arrived with midnight: it was you, the announcement of your lingering on this bank of the river. It was you and news of war navigat...
Elizabeth L.A Kamara, Sierra LeoneThe PoemsBE KIND TO NATURELet her be your mother Or beloved wifeOr doted child.Love her.Cherish her.Plant her trees to capture waterAnd give you peace.Food for you and generations unborn.Her trees you blacken into li...
Panayiotis Nikolaides, Cyprus HOW CAN YOU LOVE A POEM The PoemsHOW CAN YOU LOVE A POEM How can you love a poemwhen the deepest meaningof poetryis neither usefulnor fancyand among those writtenno poem was ever really necessaryfor survival.How ca...
Vitomirka Trebovac, SerbiaThe Poemsoppositesin front of the'olga petrov'retirement homea man kisseda woman's handshe raised her headand he blushedand what happened afterI don't knowbecause the wheels of my bicycleare bigand I'malready in anothe...
Iván Oñate, Ecuador Apocryphal biography of Borges The PoemsApocryphal biography of Borges for María Esther VázquezMothertake pity on Borgesthe lovestricken. Watch over himso he won't slip. Your child is boundto the worst kind of blindness...
Elizabeth Grech, Malta The sun going down in the sea The PoemsThe sun going down in the seaHelp me go to sleep, mum,you said.The sun's going down in the seabut I can't sleep.My boy,count the stickson the path to school,the pebbles, the shells t...
Ana Victoria Padilla Onatra, Colombia Furniture in a box The PoemsFurniture in a boxThere is something hidden in the act of collecting boxesin the act of sorting them out to contain the worldor creating a little poetic scenerywhere you can remai...
Dimitris Kosmopoulos, GreeceThe PoemsFlight His favourite game was to cut out bird shapes from newspaper pages. Small ones and larger ones, some with open wings others ona branch.Later, he placed them in a white chest under the bed. At night,&nb...
Konstantinos Bouras, GreeceThe PoemsI am a tiger in a cage with Polar bearsI am the dead man who was dragged upFrom the electric railway. I committed suicide in a state of Mental rapture without thinking of leaving a Note behind. No, it wasn't despai...
