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Elisavietta Ritchie
Donal Mahoney
Fahredin Shehu
Richard Kostelanetz
Alex Ferde
Michelle Bailat-Jones
Duane Locke
Chris Lord
Nahshon Cook
Al Ortelani
Shutta Crum
Ajibola Tolase
Silvia Scheibli
Laszlo Slomovits
Emmanuel Samson
Lyn Lifshin
Running Cub
Nikita Parik
Alan Britt
John Grey
Bhisma Upreti
Paul B. Roth
Jennifer Burd
Sunday Michael
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Burd
Ali Znaidi
Richard Gartee
Kanev Peycho
Fred Wolven
Petraq Risto
Carolyn Elias
Alabi Oyedeji
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ECHOLOCATING
Who writes conversations when she means silence and
touch
it would be easier to do this in the language of a swiftlet
little clicks into the darkness
no hedging, no curating
just hide
just seek
here I am, there you are
who writes thank when she means love
it will not ever be easier to do this
each word a replacement
this is just another kind of click
of seek and feel
of winged discussion
and this her stutter, this her flight
OTHER ROOMS, OTHER BEDS
the flicker and burst of a streetlamp bulb dying somewhere
out there on the long road
this language will have a temperature scale, I think as I wake, but I cannot get the
room right, cannot see your face anymore
this waking has broken my own thin slip of glass
so I am switching on the bedside lamp and turning my attention to the other rooms, other beds
it is a kind of proof, I think
of course, it is
first the stairs creak, then an owl, then a car starting up in the dark
while I roam in my cold feet with my goosebumps and my careful breath and the sudden fear that comes from the size of my heart at this hour
step inside this broken glass, I will write, step just lightly
here is what I wanted to say all along
Michelle Bailat-Jones, St. Legier, Switzerland