Nachts Er hat mich ins leere Haus geführt und dort allein gelassen. Dann weckte er mich in der Nacht mit seinem Anruf. Er sprach von mir im leeren Haus. Er sprach lange. Er sprach dumpf. Er weiß nicht, dass seine Stimme im Hörer einem reifen Apfel gleicht, der ins Gras fällt. Er sagte: ich sah… Marjana Gaponenko weiterlesen
Autor: Gerald Ganglbauer
B. R. Dionysius
Universal Andalusia xxxxxxxi. A holy trinity of love Both poetry and living illustrate: Each season brings its own peculiar fruits, a time to act, a time to contemplate. Nissim Ezekial (i) Sabtabi express Cowpats racked up; cheap manufactured landmines detonate in the faces of the low cast; history’s consensual disfigurement of the poor. A world… B. R. Dionysius weiterlesen
Ingeborg Bachmann
ANRUFUNG DES GROSSEN BÄREN / INVOCATION Großer Bär, komm herab, zottige Nacht, Wolkenpelztier mit den alten Augen, Sternenaugen, durch das Dickicht brechen schimmernd deine Pfoten mit den Krallen, Sternenkrallen, wachsam halten wir die Herden, doch gebannt von dir, und mißtrauen deinen müden Flanken und den scharfen halbentblößten Zähnen, alter Bär. Ein Zapfen: eure Welt. Ihr:… Ingeborg Bachmann weiterlesen
Susanne Rasser
Nichts Ganz vorsichtig trennt er den Erlagschein aus dem Heft. Mein Bub. Mein einziger, geliebter Sohn. Er zählt das Ersparte, über Monate ersparte Taschengeld noch einmal nach, leise murmelnd, wie im Gebet. Schreibt sorgfältig den Betrag auf das vorgedruckte Papier, malt die Zahlen, grinst verbissen. Zähes Vergnügen, entblößtes Zahnfleisch, gefurchte Stirn. Mein Kind ist kein… Susanne Rasser weiterlesen
Annette Signorini
Modern Phenomenon Mrs. Annunciado’s eyes shift to the walls, eggshell blue. This she is certain of, she saw it on a colour chart recently when she was thinking of painting one of the bedrooms. She knows, however, that colours can be deceptive, that light can interfere with true colour. By true, she means, pure. She… Annette Signorini weiterlesen
Liam Ferney
Brisbane Poems Adrift For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror which we are still able to endure and we are so awed because it serenely disdains to annihilate us. Every angel is terrifying. Rilke “That guy’s gotta see us!” Followed by a long screech, a skid, then silence and then the thud of… Liam Ferney weiterlesen
Sylvia Petter
Eyes to See I’m on the Swiss Intercity from Zürich to Geneva and have just left my husband back in Vienna. I just walked away. And I cried, as I know he will when he finds my note on the dining room table: “We don’t see things with the same eyes.” I slept surprisingly well… Sylvia Petter weiterlesen
Neil Grimmett
New Shoes for Trumpy The first time I saw him was in our shift room. We were coming in on mornings — early mornings. The night shift were already changed and lying on benches or sagging against walls looking ashen and mean like vampires that have failed to feed and sense the approaching ray of… Neil Grimmett weiterlesen
Yvette Walker
Dinner Companion Poems Home Your resemblance to Odysseus Becomes horrible and horrible. You acquire the sea length beard And the ship bones, the old dog And the promise of a bent bow. I haven’t bothered with tapestries For months now. I have no words To say to you. I write you like A lyric, like… Yvette Walker weiterlesen
Michael Crane
24 Postcards From the End of the World Postcard Dear citizens of Earth, We are the defeated and the betrayed. We are the vagabonds begging forgiveness. We are the crippled and the maimed. We are alone and unloved. We are the aged and the weary. There is no happiness or joy. There is no depression… Michael Crane weiterlesen