By Paula Bohince
Again, an ousted child or orphan happens onto a den.
It happens then. Invitation by faun or badger to…
It happens then. Invitation by faun or badger to…
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- By Robert Browning1.My first thought was, he lied in every word,
That hoary cripple, with malicious eye
Askance to watch… - By Carol Ann DuffyAt childhood’s end, the houses petered out
into playing fields, the factory, allotments
kept, like mistresses… - By Douglas KearneyWas Him, once fini, on the beams,
prior, He's hewer of thorntree.
Could stretch tilapia and ewer,
dole … - By Rae Armantrout1
We show her Disney films
and read her fairy tales.
When she asks if magic’s real,
we say no—
not… - By Natasha SajéDo for your neck what you do for your face.
Face your neck whatever the case. Pace yourself
for 35-55,… - By UnknownLēodum is mīnum swylce him mon lāc gife;
willað hȳ hine āþecgan gif hē on þrēat cymeð.
Ungelīc is ū… - By Saddiq DzukogiIn Jangari, beyond sama na bakwai,
in the township of spirits, I woke up
to a drunken daylight. And strung songs of origin
... - By Saddiq DzukogiThis welcome begins the waning hour
of our worship.
Loneliness will ring like a long metal horn
in... - By Samuel GregoireTranslated By Forrest GanderMy delirium is a transformocean
Rocking me like the seven thousand waves
That brought Wangolo to Ziltik.
Cric . . .
Crack . . .
Tim Tim
Bwa sèch
It’s a tale of salty foam,
Of centuries-old laughter
Breaking out anew in wet reflections,
Of the coming and going of... - By Ralph Waldo EmersonThe mountain and the squirrel
Had a quarrel;
And the former called the latter ‘Little Prig.’
Bun replied,
‘You are doubtless very big;
But all sorts of things and weather
Must be taken in together,
To make up a year
And a sphere.
And I think it no disgrace
To... - By Norman Finkelstein#
Listen to the children
who know their way about the forest
and return with stories
which the thief steals
exchanging them
for a kind of music.
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Listen to the music
which knows its way about the forest
and returns with... - By UnknownHeyla! We have a story about the Spear-Danes, from the old days
when they were big and their kings showed their strength. There
was one king, Shield Schefing, who stole many mead-benches from
other tribes and terrified their leaders. At first, he was... - By UnknownOft him anhaga are gebideð,
metudes miltse, þeah þe he modcearig
geond lagulade longe sceolde
hreran mid hondum hrimcealde sæ,
wadan wræclastas. Wyrd bið ful aręd!
Swa cwæð eardstapa, earfeþa gemyndig,
wraþra wælsleahta, winemæga hryre:
“Oft ic sceolde ana uhtna gehwylce
mine ceare cwiþan. Nis nu cwicra nan
þe... - By Unknownþat it apertly was apayed for profite þat he feld,
and [wrouȝt] buxumly by þe bestes wille in wise as it couþe.
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Hit bifel in þat forest, þere [fa]st byside,
þer woned a wel old cherl þat was a couherde,
þat fele winteres in... - By Nancy LeeIn this story the cockroach is the man,
the curtain my girlhood, the creamed
corn spilled by the mother wasted
familial love, the father's zealotry
a metaphor for emotional blindness.
In this story the radioactive dinosaur
is the man, the city of Tokyo my body,
and the... - By Jehanne DubrowYou remember the mermaid makes a deal,
her tongue evicted from her throat,
and moving is a knife-cut with every step.
This is what escape from water means.
Dear Colleagues, you write, for weeks
I’ve been typing this letter in the bright
kingdom of my imagination.... - By Hannah Copleyi
Otherwise known as peewit, otherwise known
as tew-it, otherwise known as Vanellus vanellus
of the family Charadriidae, otherwise known as
plain old lappy nestling itself in the till, otherwise
known as diver found in its down in the center
of some middle-of-nowhere, otherwise known as
wailer,... - By Lo Kwa Mei-EnWhen the mirror swings open, it calls me obscenely
shapely. A ruby wing slaps the glass. Soft smear. Since,
like the drowning trick in reverse, I learned to float
outside myself from a certain, mostly bearable height,
I watch terror push its anthem into... - By Clare JonesThe Inaccessible Island Rail lives in Atlantis,
with two black feet on the black plateau.
It might be slight, it might be shabby,
but it knows what it knows.
Rain falls from the sky.
The sun shines, within limits.
Wind blows in from the furthest west.
There...