By Jane Zwart
When death comes, final and novel—
the trick cul-de-sac or burst dam, a door
that opening erases or shutting…
the trick cul-de-sac or burst dam, a door
that opening erases or shutting…
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- By Paula BohinceForgive my trespass, I mistook for work a crown
of raspberries and custard. Thank you, tartlet, thank… - By Rickey LaurentiisWhat I have done is created
History, exquisite manuscripts
With angering blame.
What I have done is… - By Nakahara ChūyaTranslated By Jeffrey AnglesOn this bit of soiled sadness
The flurries fall again today
Through this bit of soiled sadness
The wind… - By Nakahara ChūyaTranslated By Jeffrey AnglesLook, look! This is my bone
Torn free of that filthy flesh
Filled with the sufferings of life
A bone washed… - By Jacques J. RancourtI dressed as a stag: headpiece
of antlers, fabric flowers
hot-glued to a harness, my ass
hanging out of… - By Rochelle Hurt[as jumping from a plane. easier—a bridge. as tripping on a shoelace. as blinking your eyes. as breathing…
- By Rochelle Hurt[if you marry your confession, you can live alone inside it. no priest behind the window. no wife or…
- By Georgio RussellWithin this simple chapel, located near the navel
of the little clinic, the walls are all the white
of… - By bruno daríoBarrí toda mi casa, y la encontré otra. En los rincones había otros más pequeños que la máscara de polvo…
- By CAConradI feel felt by another but I’malone in the room
- By Ann-Margaret LimHolding his stare in mine, I flip the bird
at a grown man
on a stool in front of the street bar
on the … - By Aaron ShurinAnd still one looks to the tree to paraphrase the sky, arbiter of wind and sun. The hills with their…
- By Damilola Omotoyinboseven hills beckon
the sun to a dance. two steps
forward, another to the left. kongas powder
their … - By Luke Allan1. This morning the nurse tested me for allergies. She said she’d test for “known allergies,” which …
- By Alice PettwayThe dry stubble of the field
wilts under the rain,
soft as jaw hair
under a hot towel. The summer
is a … - By Nakahara Chūya汚れつちまつた悲しみに
今日も小雪の降りかかる
汚れつちまつた悲しみに
今日も風さへ吹きすぎる
汚れつちまつた悲しみは
たとへば狐の革裘
汚れつちまつた悲しみは
小雪のかかつてちぢこまる
汚れつ… - By Nakahara Chūyaホラホラ、これが僕の骨だ、
生きてゐた時の苦労にみちた
あのけがらはしい肉を破つて、
しらじらと雨に洗はれ、
ヌツクと出た、骨の尖。
それは光沢もない、
ただいたづらにしらじらと、
雨を吸収する、
… - By bruno daríoTranslated By Kit SchluterI swept my house and found another. In every corner was another smaller corner, which the dust mask …
- By CAConradeveryone’s drawing the Death Card the chair pressing