Halvard Johnson

Lit.-Mag #36 Home & Homecoming A Poem from Finland Homecoming Say we return in half a thousand years to find no streets or roads, but everybody staying in the same place never suspecting there is anywhere else to go. Say we return and hear not one piece of music, one sonata or symphony or opera,… Halvard Johnson weiterlesen

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Martina Pfeiler

Travel & Transitioning The Philippines Manila International Airport, 1987 “Anything to declare?” she asks, and I say “Yeah”. I saw the happiest man on earth, dressed in a potato sack in the streets of Cagayan de Oro City. I saw a “girl-boy” on Kalamkam Beach, when I was ten, half-guessing, half-knowing what that meant. I… Martina Pfeiler weiterlesen

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Gaston Ng

Travel & Transitioning Next Stop On the bus, I realise it’s easy to fall In love with the train-driver, Knowing adventure and adrenalin, Speed and direction, Knowing both it and its limitations. We draw all these lines around things we love, Children in sandboxes marking territories. Did the sandbox agree to be split? After rain,… Gaston Ng weiterlesen

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Tim Hayden

After the Wedding Speech (Zell Am See 06 April 2002) My Spanish two year old and I rent a small, electric, wooden, laquered boat: It sizzles and parallel ducks race our wake in Ws. Reaching the middle of the lake, the Tirolean Alps spill onto the foredeck – Agua worth pointing at So I cut… Tim Hayden weiterlesen

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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

Katarina Konkoly

Hungarian Gypsy, 1956 His music grips and rattles every bar There is freedom to roam so long as you never want to budge very far from one foot always planted within a semi swivel of dust and left hand firmly on the neck of a violin He could renounce his habitat but he could never… Katarina Konkoly weiterlesen

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Danny Spigone

Enlightenment For Bibi Banos „The burden has left me, inspiration may only come of this for I am excited – never have I known such grandeur. What a waste of opportunities, why did reality blind me. My dreams have all been lost, my torment was my memory – and was, was a keyword if one… Danny Spigone weiterlesen

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