Suzanne
Luka Novković
Dingo
Maša Ivanović
Constance
Vera Novković
Dinner & Time, Act Three
Katarina Šotić
The End of the World
as I Know It
Milica Joksimović
Creation's Ode
(My Eyes in Yours Lie)
Ranko Radojević
Uroš Stanimirović

“I don’t do poetry.”
                                               – Uroš Stanimirović, 2017

Crimson Lullaby

 

“Hush, dear child, do not fear − do not fret,”
murmured a loving mother, her hands soaked with sweat.
“A gift I bestowed upon you, I realize now,    
was but a curse I never wished to endow;        
an infant’s life should brim with divine love most pure
and not be burdened with hatred and suffering to endure.
In your mother’s bosom you should find sanctuary
and not a one-way ticket for the Styx ferry.
The time is nigh for you to go back to sleep;
the children are screaming − I can hear our neighbors weep.”
They are coming − she took her son and grabbed a shiv;
under the bed is not where real monsters live.
Tears trickled down her cheeks as she held his little head,
to perform the duty of Atropos filled the mother with dread.
She tried to whisper her farewells just before she made the cut;
her lips shuddered, but the words never left her gut.
“You’ll be saved from this world of filth, violence, and sin”
− a red stream started flowing under her son’s chin.
She closed his eyes and kissed him goodbye
while humming the sweet melody of this crimson lullaby.

Nathan William Meyer
The Veiled Virgin
Ana Nikolić
Crimson Lullaby
Uroš Stanimirović
Bi-rational
Isidora Alimpić
About...
Marija Mrvošević
The Goldstone
Tijana Damjanović Gertner
Christina
Katie Higgins
A Single Vessel
Dejan Kojić

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