By Robert Wood Lynn
And when the end came it came silent but clear like bird prints on snow
and no one was surprised to…
and no one was surprised to…
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- By Geffrey DavisI am in Arkansas, trying to reimagine my voice,
Again and again, beyond all sound
Trojaned with doubt… - By Sunnylyn ThibodeauxStorm comes like Gorgon slither
Gorgon wingspan
Sound is someplace else
like head under water someplace… - By Frank X WalkerI had forgotten you were my first kiss
until I see you standing there
behind my sister, waiting quietly… - 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 Nate Marshallour vow—
if vowless by thirty
then us
was such
a stupid, childish way
to say love.
but love we were… - By MirabaiTranslated By Chloe MartinezRama, I gave my heart to you alone.
When love takes root, do you just cut it down,
or, darling, do… - By Rigoberto GonzálezTranslated By Mahsa HojjatiAy, goldo, goldito, goldo
con esos cachetitos asoleados,
te quiero engullir a besos.
Anda sigue, coquet… - By Shann Rayi . sorrow is the curved ribcage of a beautiful death,
- By Rigoberto GonzálezAll insects have them yet the luna moth leaves
its mouth and the memory of hunger behind
with its caterpillar… - By Rigoberto GonzálezTranslated By Mahsa HojjatiAy, goldo, goldito, goldo
with those sunbathed baby cheeks,
I want to gobble you up in kisses.
Please go… - By Kandace Siobhan Walkerthat makes the city look like revelation
because I love you. Just wanted to check in
and see how you… - By Raymond AntrobusMy phone memory is full
of canvases I have cried in front of—
circles, holes—
Shadows on water.
___… - By Fahad Al-AmoudiA feathering of smoke won’t reach
the jacarandas above, whose cool fronds
darken the surface of the… - By Jim WhitesideWe are in the trophy room, facing a wall of glass-eyed,
lacquered things, when he says, I will never … - By Amy WoolardThe wind makes a salad
Of the countryside & we still refuse
To learn each other’s last names. You get
What… - By Michael RobinsHere before the sun rises, I find it difficult to make the words, to lean
forward three years after your… - By Michael RobinsI dreamed you called without reason, picking up where we left the
water months ago. Origins without …
