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Four poems by Jeffrey Cyphers Wright

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TILT

TV anchors gab about binge-
watching, riots, and tattoos. 
The machine has a boo boo.
We are in some deep doo doo.

Blue jays peck red berries,
91 degrees and I am a sap.
Jupiter’s ma pushes old news:
It’s more fun with someone.

Okay, steeple chaser, let’s see
your stuff. Here’s a hot ticket 
for the...

Three poems by Seda Suna Uçakan

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Travelers of musk

think the silence when you are silent!
think by tearing, splitting the tissues down

now I am still I am
deprived of your eyes, turn down
with going by the fade skin
it is the mystery of word
was that frightening wall built
by raising from the base

...

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

xxx

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.”

I.
            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...

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...

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...

Two poems by Volkan Hacioğlu

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ON READING EUGENE ONEGIN

     A little Eugene Onegin
     A little rain. . .

A pistol getting wet at a duel,
The bullet of despair fired into the trees.

Long and meandering ridgeways,
“Let’s go,” says the Fountain of Bakhchisaray.

Through the foggy valleys have hied
The springs of unbridled times.

By the shadowy shores...

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