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Alexey Mozyaev talks to poet Dinara Rasuleva about Lostlingual, a multilingual collection of poems published by Rab-Rab Press, followed by three poems

wake drenched in drool

A poem by Ror Wolf, translated from German by Hunter Bolin

The results are not long in coming

Three poems from The Loveliest Vowel Empties by Meret Oppenheim, translated from German by Kathleen Heil

with you this has long been ash

Three poems by Julian Schutting, translated by Sebastian Smallshaw

my lips, and all you’d loved them for

an audible disturbance in the transmission field

I can still see you: an echo

a bright disc without contour in the haze of summer night.

Voilà: lacks a toe. Voilà: sing this hymn.

Your dress soughs softly On the spiral stairs

Out of the halls of books Appear the butchers.

And her answer: What does that mean what do you mean by “rain”?