Issue 22
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Miklos Legrady
On the Corruption of Canadian Art
Notes Before a Revolution
In 1947 statistician R.A. Fischer was invited to give a series of talks on BBC radio about the nature of science and scientific investigation. His words are as …
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Fereshteh Molavi
Literary Self-Disclosure and Forugh Farrokhzad
Socially, disclosure has an inevitable impact upon the literary scene of a historical period because social ideas and perceptions constitute a significant portion of human identity – either of the writer or reader, or of each …
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Amatoritsero Ede
Teardrops on the Weser
(excerpts from new manuscript)
a
zimmer dreihundertundfünfzig
from what scattered river basin
does the weser drinkwhat gravity
at the pumps
with tap root
in hannoversch … -
George Elliott Clarke
Repressed Transcript of The Berlin Conference (1884-85)
French Republic (FR): Just now, Poe’s raven threw itself blackly
gainst the window.
Its wings curdled the grey, noon light.Kingdom of Portugal (KP): A grim sign!
Psychopaths love their slaughters
as much … -
Harry Garuba
Three Moods, One Sunday
Dawn
dressed in white
she lingered by the doorway
hanging to the knob with a gentle sway
as the sun walked through the
doors of the east lighting up her eyesdressed in white
her … -
Chielozona Eze
The Art of Loving What is Not Perfect
My mother loves Saint Anthony,
the patron of lost things,
including me who came back
after years of exile in the West.You’re still the same, she said.
Like all sons … -
Amu Nnadi
A Field of Echoes
… and mind flutters to a close
eyelids to slumber
all over, a certain darkness emerges
earth is populated with nothing
but a tempered sigh tnight flashes white underwear
as meteor, quickly closes her thighs… -
Roxanna Bennett
Bird Beaters
No choice but to bludgeon it from crow
to carcass with its head at that angle,
dark feathered dangle, hard blunt blow
to sever the soft neck’s hang, quellthe strange strain of pain broken
bones made. … -
Bart J.G. Bruijnen
1,2,3 Poems
One
Hear, the props here they’re all wrong
And I’m possessed or I am cursed
But I got you in my scene
Say, my mattress it is hunger
My blanket it is thirst
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Johanna Van Zanten
Eleventh of the Eleventh
My mother and father, Greta and Jan, had two small children – one and four years old respectively – when the German army invaded the country on May 10, 1940. Under German occupation, Dutch society needed …