by Elías Knörr 

Two housewives dance on a clothesline
lovemaking funambulists

One is a silk butterfly
the other, a cotton flower

Under the influence of the cleaning
             they write poems on the laundry 

Untitled poem, translated by Meg Matich.
Originally appeared in EuropeNow journal.

by Soffía Bjarnadóttir

Watch the sky
crash into the sea

marvel
at the infinite falling
black stones

the world, floating.

Untitled poem, translated by Meg Matich.
Originally appeared in EuropeNow journal.

by Soffía Bjarnadóttir

I thought that we were written in stars, she said.
With invisible ink, he said.

Time doesn’t exist, he said, she said.
We are nowhere.

Lay me down, a signet ring, in the charred ruins. 

Untitled poem, translated by Meg Matich. 

by Soffía Bjarnadóttir 

Time is time is time is
time vanished
into a tree.

One day, a branch reached
down from the sky.

Untitled poem, translated by Meg Matich.
Originally appeared in EuropeNow journal.