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Four poems by Cihan Yurdaün

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Afreet Son

soars high blistering
wings stitched with wax
melt
into liquid ache
her
arctic touch is the wind
the inevitable plunge to gin
induced reveries
the scorching sins
born, burnt and belied
in the hollow mind
of a-freed flight
pure sorcery is love

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Dangling...

Two Poems by Gonca Özmen

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SUPPOSE IT IS

I’m quite blurry. Suppose it’s Thames.
Suppose my mind diminishes in front of a naked woman
Suppose I’m running among llamas
Suppose my legs got longer wrapped around history
Suppose I found myself speaking a bleary language this morning
Suppose there are two swirls on red carpets I cannot choose which one to fall onto
Suppose I called you in the middle...

Sites of Consecrated Potentials

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By Murat Nemet-Nejat

“THINGS ARE SITES OF CONSECRATED POTENTIALS.” — GILLES DELEUZE
“Ideas are consecrated potentials in concrete form.”

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            Paranoia’s Infinity       
Dying, I’ll not happen.

II...

I knew it as such

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By İlhan Sami Çomak

From Hymns Written by Cats

The dark side of the mountains
was a color jealous of blue, I knew it as such.
Like a clumsy rock, I split the air into two
I whistled
I liken whistling to horses.
With a slice of bread whose surface gives meaning to heat
Among all kinds of smells
the breath of silence breaks the waves
at the...

Editorial

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By Andrea Scrima

After watching the impeachment proceedings and following the Impeachment Managers’ line of reasoning: I believe that 50% less melodramatics would have been more effective—including less of the “our hallowed chambers” rhetoric and particularly some of the dramatically inflected voices and tears—but all in all, the Impeachment Managers presented a strong case and the...

Two poems by İlhan Sami Çomak

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It’s for this reason

It’s for this reason I slashed my face.
By placing the resonance of a letter
in the space between us and the sun.
“Laugh!” I said to rebellion’s tired face.
“I’m reconciled with this matter, now.”
You know, like drawing a sketch and then staring,
asking, is it an apple, apricot, pear?
Saying, it’s a plum! in that tone that’s...

Two Poems by Caroline Stockford

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Walk like an Ephesian

I used to hang out at the House of Love
its signage a heart in marble, a foot
for direction. Once there,
mosaics of the seasons.
I’d sit on windowsill empty of glass, house
vacant of senators. Listening 
to tour guides’ musical schpiel
telling how leading lights 
of this house of love 
sallied forth to front
the annual...

Night Terrors

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By Sevda Akyuz

almost but not quite
sounds like an apt
description of all things I
went through
          under and above 
          in and out
          up and down
but mostly down

mossy stone
by the...

Two Poems by Nilgün Marmara

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Translated by Sevda Akyuz

From the Typewritten Poems

KALEIDOSCOPE SIMILE
OPTIMISTICALLY

The pain of established estrangement
Their own enemies without love or cognition
and a black phrase chained by ruthless shellfish.
A reason for a stranger?
A reason for establishment?
A reason for an established stranger...

A GOOD DAY FOR THE CROWS

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By Aydin Behnam

The young hunter had gathered up the folding mattress in the morning, but a few pillows and bolsters were still strewn about on the worn rug. He pulled one of the fluffy chicken-feather pillows close and leaned on it with his elbow. He...

THE ENCOUNTER

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By İrem Uzunhasanoğlu

I felt like a seed in a world where everything was destined to end and everyone was destined to die. I sprouted, I grew, I decayed, and I lay on the soil to die again, until I sprouted and grew and decayed and...

Four Psychedelic poems by Eşref Ozan Baygin

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Translated by Seda Suna Uçakan

 

The Bastard’s Year (II)

While reality was closer
With the effect of the first fallen word
I fell asleep, and
Then spiders kept my cave.

I waited for my slap
Accompanied by the prophets who
Do not tell a secret in their own voice
With their wise...

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