by Snežana Žabić

There are life forms who slash the cheek
of a refugee, lay eggs like lizards, drown in their siestas.
Immigrants talk about papers, Dubai, Cambodia,
Singapore, migrate pleasure and work. 

by Khrystia Vengryniuk
Translated from the Ukrainian by Dmytro Kyyan

When you make a shot where the snow lies now,
I have my veins twitch and I wake up.
I screw up my eyes.
I fly away. 
Imagining HOW you are standing there.

by Oksana Lutsyshyna
Translated from the Ukrainian by Dmytro Kyyan

it seems they sleep on the ground, in the ground
he gets out of the ground in the morning
to say some words
but he forgot the words because they are too long

by Andriy Tuzhykov
Translated from the Ukrainian by Dmytro Kyyan

the square
named after you
is made of pixels
is rendering
is in mitosis
with the square named after me

by Hilary Scheppers

It is early August and I am in New Jersey,
in this backyard, too green,
where my friend reads
a buzz poem called “Follow Him”