- My Gold-Toothed One
by Orhan Veli: Come, my darling, come with me: / Let me buy you silk stockings,
- Psalm of Filling the Rental Car
by Bob Hicok: For the director of music. To the tune / of static.
by Saadi Youssef: The girl who works in the warehouse / leaves her second-floor room.
- Snow May Fall
by Saadi Youssef: The room / is fortified with wood blinds and glass,
by Daniel Simko: It is so. It touches the clothes / with the rustle of leaves under a naked back,
by Daniel Simko: Go on and on. / It is a fact that now you understand the music.
- [He told stories the way you peel a fruit]
by Venus Khoury-Ghata: He told stories the way you peel a fruit
- The Hypocrisy of Snow
by Pan Xichen: Snow is hypocritical. It’s not even / an independent material.
- There Are Spaces
by Lindiwe Mabuza: There are spaces / In our closeness / You and I create
- Welcome to My Foolish Dreamland
by Yuri Andrukhovych: Taras is right when he says: / Alarm clocks should not drag us up in the mornings.