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Standing at 50 Years of Komsomol Crossroads

By: Dmitry Blizniuk Black wet treescarefullystep out of the curdled space.Unsteady black tusks.A crow flies down onto a branch and sticks to it,grows into the tree,enters it as if it were a black house,becomes its part, its fidgety organ,its restless…

I keep forgetting…

By: Annapurani Vaidyanathan That at home or away, I’m always bound by rules. That, I don’t have the privilege to choose. That, I will always be judged, whether I win my battles or lose. That, to muster the courage to…

File numero X11V

By: Ken W Simpson Apathy You can tell an America the truth but you can’t make it think. The Fake Race An elephant in every room smoke and mirrors and clowns dressed as candidates for the presidency of Wall Street….

Ageless

By: Alan Berger It looks like someoneBeen chewing on my noseToo much sunAnd coke I supposeWhere I left my keysWho the Hell knowns?My pants are to bigFor my prick and my assGlass half empty or half fullWhat glass are you…