Adam Michniewicz

POETRY Adam Michniewicz

temporality so hard to believe in you covered with a spider's web gown lured by a dead lover cursed you and the children of yours the laundry did not dry properly cross the corridor with Mars on your face come on and show me finally what real life looks like

with these spontaneous dances with glazed eyes in a sense of rhythm in agreement of souls in the name of all unread books for an unhealed scar I shall know it was worth it

POETRY Anna Siudak

The savior

But you didn't set us free. We are s;ll siOng spit in people's faces and the GMO blows up our minds.

A pregnant head has to work more and more, and Twi8er floods us with an excess of rumors and comments.

Ar;ficial coffee that does not soothe and your heart, which has long stopped.