Lazarus. By Ágnes Nemes Nagy.

” Round his left shoulder, as he got up slowly every day’s muscle gathered in agony His death was flayed off him like a gauze. Because second-birth has such harsh laws.” From: Between by Ágnes Nemes Nagy.Trans, Hugh Maxton. Dedalus Press , Dublin and Corvina Press, Budapest.

Two poems by Liliana Ursu.

Poem with a Griffin, a Pike and Peacocks.   I am reading a poem while it rains. The day blinks through windows guarded by a griffin; its talons flex, its tail switches.   Do you remember those summer showers high in the mountains? The dull pop of a toadstool beneath your bare foot in the…