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World through the Eyes of Writers


On Uladzimir Niakliaeu

A poet in Belarus is, as Pushkin said, "more than a poet."


from Baudelaire

Your torturer is sleeping because it's his holiday.


Memory of Cranes

Now it shrieks as if somebody were sawing iron: / It's you! It's you!


A Game

I leaned, picked up the fire, and tossed it / from one hand to the other.


Funeral for Walt Whitman

So finally, atop the fender of a tank / lounges Walt Whitman.



The Hole in the Garden, Part IV

The voice seemed to be coming from the pig.


The Hole in the Garden, Part III

“You expect me to believe you dug a hole just for the fun of it?"


The Hole in the Garden, Part II

Did you know that your husband is cheating on you?



O. Cuniculi

What he’d mistaken for a white dog was staring at him with red eyes.







The Writer of Memories

I felt the arrogance with which one regards the dispossessed.


The Night Sucks

The girl with a ponytail says: “Look at the sky,” and the other says, “The sky sucks.”






Spaniards Lost in America

He kept the body under the counter, right where he stored his medicinal herbs.



The Reckoning

That Presence—long feared—was once again in our midst.


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