Simon Perchik As if the pump for the well is carving her shoulders out and the invisible stone you will hold when it dries broken up among the ruins though some rocks still squeeze one hand too tight and the faucet ...

Simon Perchik You wipe the way the moon once warmed the Earth caressed your arm with shapelessness and the fever left over from some fiery beginning half shoreline, half waves still flaring out ...

Oleg Yuriev Translation by Anton Tenser and Sasha Spektor __________________________________________ На глубоко-синем небе треугольные круги. Из-за лиственного блеска не по-русский говоръят. Тишина и нега мира – вот вам главные враги, Отрядившие дозором голубят и воробьят. Сколько будет...

by Seth Goold