Stoyanka Grudova
Translated by Katerina Stoykova-Klemer

Photo: dailyinvention
last night i heard the snow as it was saying
…
i tried to answer it but it interrupted Read on →
Stoyanka Grudova
Translated by Katerina Stoykova-Klemer

Photo: dailyinvention
last night i heard the snow as it was saying
…
i tried to answer it but it interrupted Read on →
From designapplause.com

Here’s a new definition for “art on the move.” The “T-Guardian” sculpture, designed by artists Christoph Luckeneder and Manfred Kielnhofer, currently on a global tour of the world’s museums and exhibition spaces, has made its way to Venice for La Biennale—and it’s showing up in a new spot around the city each day. Luckeneder and Kielnhofer, both from Austria, have collaborated together before, most recently in a show at Gallery Liebau in Burghaun, Germany.



Donal Mahoney

Photo: Sandy Brown Jensen
Waterbugs scurry
when the light snaps on
at midnight in the bathroom
the way this woman’s eyes
dart when I see her
dancing with a nice man
but not the right man. Read on →
Samantha Seto

Photo: jessgrrrr
My note travels across the room, past mobs of people,
it reaches his hands, before he slips it into trash,
My face flushes purple, anger rages, heart pounds.
In our timed and untimed arrivals,
pulleys to the elevator ascend.
Casually late, mail travels over double doors,
long-distance calls at airport. Read on →
Patrick Cornelius

Photo: CTBPhotography
In the stark damp twilight
of December’s brown and grey
a woman’s pulse whispers,
Come back.
She did test you like litmus paper,
damned your wrong colored hues.
And still her porcelain charity
mocks you, bids you,
Come back.
You stand beyond her tall iron gates,
where no lock accepts your key.
A new moon your only companion
as you wander dew-frost fields. Read on →
Jeremy Paden

Photo: petitefox
bearing his heart in grief and all Denmark
passing by him as he sobs in the street,
old and young embarrassed to see a lover
lost in something he does not understand.
What is this that beckons him, that will not
release his heart? O despised pangs of love. Read on →
Samantha Seto

Photo: SashaW
Monitor electric lines go flat,
silence overwhelms, steady pulse
whispers death into my sleepless eyes.
I prayed for three nights, crying into her nightgown,
the ER remained keeper of bad news.
Flowers and miniature trinkets lined the bed,
Get well soon, only nothing existed.
I counted my breaths, pushed back heavy tears
and guilt that poured out of mind. Read on →