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Photo by Vladas Braziūnas
what of it
that i stand watch for the third day
over an unborn poem

Photo by Justina Bastytė-Žilinskienė
and the snow will crunch, and the dew will push through the door,
and there will be nothing,
only three hearts, palms grown together

Photo by Laura Vansevičienė
It’s liberating, like removing diapers from a child –
I crawl through my dream naked and without shame.

Personal Archive Photo
Summer ends in my womb
while autumn begins to ripen.
I’ll have a little wolf
every night now.

Benediktas Januševičius
am I free? – I ask myself
could I be free? – I have my doubts
am I under arrest? – not yet

Donaldas Kajokas
let life live itself

it’s not stupid after all
it knows what it’s doing

Žygimantas Kudirka
you are the moneysucker
the cognac-swiller, the limousine-rider
the shoe-polisher - I mean the bootlicker

Dainius Gintalas
better to be a bad poet
and a good father, my son
better to be a rough poet
and a gentle father, my daughter

Aušra Kaziliūnaitė
only by doing dull things and
hanging out with shitty people
can i believe that the world is beautiful

If Homer’s Achaeans were to fill the autumn forest,
even they would fail to defeat the falling leaves

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