January 29, 2018 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

Laurent Bertrais photo



Margarita Serafimova







The minutes were leaving.

They were going back to

somebody unborn.








Beautiful November of empty light, of thin red leaves,

placed before me a tabula rasa.

I prepared to sign.






Margarita Serafimova

Margarita Serafimova was shortlisted for the Montreal International Poetry Prize 2017. Her work appears in London Grip New Poetry, The Journal, A-MinorWaxwing, StepAwayInk, Sweat and Tears, Minor Literatures, Writing Disorder, The Birds We Piled Loosely, Noble/ Gas, and many other places. Some of her work can be read here.

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