THESE ARE OUR SEEDS

Polina Muzyk


My little fingers inside watermelon

I ask my body to loosen up dressed casually 

then when he comes back tired at home 

I'll ask him to take a photo at our sweat and watermelon rind




Jacopo Paglione


Ad Ostia non ci andrei per il mare;

neanche per Suburra. 

Ci andrei per leggere Sylvia Plath,

d'Inverno,

con il Panico di Johnny e 

la Bibbia. Però degli incubi. 




CallOfTheWest


Rami

seccati a casa di tua madre

quando suonai il campanello

solo i Rami ed il gatto

vidi dalla finestra.




MollestoPestage


WeOccupyThisPublicPlaceJustFor

ToFuck. HowFarWeWillBeAbleToThrowThis

PlaceWillBeOurs.




Joseph Del Duca


IStoppedListeningSlintSinceYouSwallowedTheGagball.InTheMomentBeforeSacredHolyMountain.PauseWithPearlsInOctoberSea.




11days11nights


closing the restaurant

I'm wearing my new socks

your phone is turned off

I hope you're at least sleeping

in the city that I warm like the smoke of the drawer




SCOTT CONISTON


30 days of cold

4 day period

7 days of sex

locked in the house to survive the winter.




PEDRVM


everything seems perfect

going out in a bathrobe

to meet you.