By Myles C. Poydras
downturned toward the river
and slanted from a wiry arm,
life trickles into life, culminating
in the…
and slanted from a wiry arm,
life trickles into life, culminating
in the…
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- By Tishani Doshikeeps waking me, even though it’s nowhere
near monsoon. At two in the morning,
and for every hour after… - By Victoria ChangTwo swans turn into four swans. As if each swan yearned for time but time just multiplied into other…
- 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 Millerwhen trees bend funny and out of shape
when lightblue skies turn blueblack gray
hungry winds will
knock… - By Kimiko HahnThe sky is a sickly
smell, even a crow
cannot fly and will
land to nestle
and breed in
twigs and plastics… - By Kimiko HahnIf I don’t taste the complicated waves—
if I only see the rolling,
only hear the roiling up
or smell those… - By Kimiko HahnMy favorite months reside in autumn
when the sunset is riddled with crows—
and my wishes swerve to fly… - By Ye Hui (叶辉)扁豆与牵牛花
散发出一阵淡淡的雨水气味
宛如一段关于
未来生活的预言
一只黑嘴鸟停在
谷仓的沉静气息里，而附近
破败寺庙的放生池中
大鱼生出了小鱼
我记得我曾跑向一个庭院
它的石阶上有一束
被扔弃的枯萎的玖瑰
在房里的桌子… - By Hannah LoweOr call it black shoe or call it china rose—
- By Kevin PruferAn antique spacesuit with a skeleton inside it.
For many years, it has circled the earth.
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Sometimes… - By Anne HalseyAt her aunt’s house
in Portchester roaming
the Jersey meadows
after flowers, she felt
something pulling
at… - By Shann Rayi . sorrow is the curved ribcage of a beautiful death,
- By Shireen MadonIt’s as though the birds all know each other, and how naively
they seem to believe the world will go… - By Rigoberto GonzálezAll insects have them yet the luna moth leaves
its mouth and the memory of hunger behind
with its caterpillar… - By marion eames whiteeven the rocks are dying. now that we’re here
in a cene of our making, time
to hold what’s left. palm … - By Elli PaionidouTranslated By Andrea Christofidou & Peter J. KingYou strive to cling on to the baton
of integrity, like some heroic runner.
On the barren hill your sage… - By Ye Hui (叶辉)Translated By Dong LiLentils and morning glories
Emit a faint smell of rain
Like a prophecy
On life in the days to come
A black… - By Hannah LoweShe smells it in the earth, whenever it rains.
Call it anamu or guine, mal pouri.
I see her boiling the… - By Rigoberto GonzálezIn love again, I welcome the familiar
high, the dizzying state of detecting
signs around me that the world…