Malgosia
by Sarp Sozdinler
A field wide enough to vanish in
and the clouds low white cattle
at the rim of it
far off you catch the black flicker
of a dog running through wheat
you can ride the fence line twice
and the mare lowers shakes her mane
you slide down and sleep in the grass with one arm under you
till evening and insects and the mare nudge you
and you wake to stars like nails in cold tin
Artillery
by Sarp Sozdinler
after Anders Nilsen
Feed even the driest
earth the heart
of a god
for a thousand lifetimes
and wonderful things
will happen.
About the Author
Sarp Sozdinler is a writer from Philadelphia and Amsterdam. His stories and poems have been published in Electric Literature, Kenyon Review, Shenandoah, Wigleaf, HAD, Hobart, X-R-A-Y, Maudlin House, and Pithead Chapel, among other journals. He serves as the editor of The Bulb Region. He can be found online @sarpsozdinler or at www.sarpsozdinler.com.
