Kenneth Pobo
Photo: pinksherbet
“Poets these days are so narcissistic.”
I like staring into a still pond—even
when a bird toilets my head, I think
this message is from the universe,
from God. But God is busy staring at
a pond in another county and has to face
grumpy angels who claim they dust
Heaven’s gold streets and never,
ever get to retire.
Jerry Ratch
Photo: chefranden
A canister of unused laughter taken from the mouth of a baby not yet born
A splinter of wood from a cross, perfectly preserved in dark tea
taken from the belly of a dead Irishman
A milky vial of smog taken from the air of Los Angeles circa 1965
A lock of hair [...]
Petja Heinrich
Photo: theogeo
a real waste of time are the attempts
to smooth the edges of the wrinkled shirts
chewed up in the angry washing machine
there hadn’t been soul
foam and water
in the merciless spin cycle
God is a washerwoman
Translated from Bulgarian by Katerina Stoykova-Klemer
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