russian

mouths identical to mine

A poem by Polina Barskova, translated from Russian by Valzhyna Mort

nothing matters except having clean hands

A poem by Aleksey Porvin, translated from Russian by Isaac Stackhouse Wheeler

the house where we lived and died

Two poems by Vladimir Gandelsman, translated from Russian by Olga Livshin and Andrew Janco

diabolical laughter off-stage

Four poems by Roman Osminkin, translated from Russian by Helena Kernan

diabolical laughter off-stage

a forest-city overruns the parquet floor

the tumbling avalanche of patterns, turn around

to be late for one’s flight

the golden age of poetry harmony and freedom

every word may end up being your last word

and not now either

thousands of ballerinas under my skin

in New York they have New York, but nothing so beautiful

Every resident of Earth must be represented in close-up

Circumference Radio: First Mixtape

The furnished globe of the earth is spinning

…they move like snowstorms or squalls

…but any clever man is half a crook

And from the sea the Policeman can be seen

Just like the old clown Who crawls across the movie screen