By CAConrad
everyone’s drawing the Death Card the chair pressing
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- By Kazim AliA book led me to the particular performance of the cello suite
And watching the cellist play so tentatively… - By Kazim Alihome flowers grew
who drew me in
this shape my tow-rope
drawn at dawn who rose
in air who dispersed in hours… - By CAConradfruit fly
born in
hotel
room - By Shizuka OmoriTranslated By Yuki TanakaGuilt
is emptied out of a body
that stands
like a scarecrow—
is that what a poem is?
Touching is different… - By Dorothea LaskyIn every rose there is the scent of death
I thought I was one of them
But I’m not and I’ve never been
Who… - By Dorothea LaskyHelen Frankenthaler is an evil eye
I put her behind me
And hoped for the best
Even she knew
I was lying
Lying… - By Cameron Awkward-RichIt is morning. Remember that.
It is morning and the house is quiet,
so quiet that I can, for the moment… - By Mona ArshiI haven’t killed a single thing in
Months and hand on heart
It’s getting tiresome.
I take soft steps in… - By Jesse NathanFor today I’ll try to memorize the strange wide shape
of two writhing coast oaks
the way a fog looks like… - By Rickey LaurentiisWhat I have done is created
History, exquisite manuscripts
With angering blame.
What I have done is… - By Nakahara ChūyaTranslated By Jeffrey Anglesone morning I saw a black flag
fluttering up there in the sky
the flag fluttered back and forth back… - By Rochelle Hurt[if you marry your confession, you can live alone inside it. no priest behind the window. no wife or…
- By bruno daríoBarrí toda mi casa, y la encontré otra. En los rincones había otros más pequeños que la máscara de polvo…
- By Shizuka Omoriやましさが案山子のように立っているからだを抜けてくるのか歌は
触れることは届くことではないのだがてのひらに蛾を移して遊ぶ
後ずさりできぬ鳥たち 二人称をずたずたにする夕焼けだった
皆殺しの〈皆〉に女はふくま… - By Nakahara Chūyaある朝 僕は 空の 中に、
黒い 旗が はためくを 見た。
はたはた それは はためいて いたが、
音は きこえぬ 高きが ゆえに。
手繰り 下ろそうと 僕は したが、
綱も なければ それも 叶… - By bruno daríoTranslated By Kit SchluterI swept my house and found another. In every corner was another smaller corner, which the dust mask …
- By CAConradeach threadadded to the loom was a moment of the weaver’s life
- By Brittany PerhamWe take the N out to the turnaround.
The only thing to come now is the sea.
The ice plants make the pink… - By Vona GroarkeI had it in the night, the image,
but lacked the energy or will
to magic my body through
my own fourth …