By E. Ethelbert Miller
only language
can hold us together
i watch the women
bead their hair
each bead a word
braids becoming
sentences…
can hold us together
i watch the women
bead their hair
each bead a word
braids becoming
sentences…
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- By E. Ethelbert Millerin the early twenties
a boat brought
my father to america
his first impressions
were spoken in spanish
years… - By Eileen MylesIsrael’s started
bombing
Gaza again
I don’t know
where to put it
in relation
to the ordinary
sadness… - By Myles C. Poydrasi touched my feet in pattern
to a sound and steady floor,
creating more of myself
in suspended leaps… - By Cate MarvinApparently, we are all lying here beside one
another in a darkened room around 2:00 am,
giddy as if… - By Victoria ChangThat two shells could be connected at their centers is a new thought I’ve never had. The way the canvas with its colors now turns into cubes. My life has been livid with itself for too long.
- By Abner Dormiendokung saan ako dinala ng aking mga paa,
latak ng alaalang nililigaw ako
na parang engkanto,
na parang… - By Abner DormiendoTranslated By Ethan ChuaI was dragged to by my feet,
memories misled me
with their leavings, an engkanto
made my native … - By David HernandezFirst, the shirt—
my canvas—this black T
I grip, tug up
over my head, and lay
square on the autumn … - By E. Ethelbert MillerAfter reading my obituary
folks went to their local bookstores
looking for my books. For a few days… - By Michael SalingerObsolete is absolutely useless
although in the past
he was reasonably handy
time—it kept on ticking and… - By Shireen MadonIt’s as though the birds all know each other, and how naively
they seem to believe the world will go… - By Hannah LoweOr call it black shoe or call it china rose—
- By Tarik DobbsRehashing doctrine without closely reading. And what do I mind? Well, those nights I stood in my hall…
- By Reed TurchiDeltaic deposits deepen hues—
not green, but that green,
not blue, but that blue—
In the small museum,
a… - By Reed TurchiOn set break he sips
a long island iced tea
& tells me the house kit
sounds like shit & that
the last time… - By Anthony JosephFor Kamau,
for the furtive sound
of his phonaesthetic exegesis,
for his secret technology
of liquid … - By Samatar ElmiWho art in Cali.
Programmer by trade.
Thy start-up come,
thy will become
an FTSE 500.
Give us this day our… - By Thembe Mvulaon the ride home from the fado bar,
uber driver repeats is the music okay?
i glance at the man rated 4… - By Momtaza MehriWoke up from a long nap and I deserved it.
Stared at the ceiling. Half-dreaming
my dead grandfather’s …