By Nur Turkmani
I remember that jasmine bush.
But I’d forgotten the yellow couch.
I can’t bear our small faces in the…
But I’d forgotten the yellow couch.
I can’t bear our small faces in the…
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- By Michael BazzettLet’s put on our childhood clothes
and walk the secret streets.
Let’s remember that in Finland
they… - By Terrance HayesYou are pursuing a feeling like the dust
In the voice of Bob Kaufman plus the mud
Of the most fertile… - By E. Ethelbert MillerAfter reading my obituary
folks went to their local bookstores
looking for my books. For a few days… - By E. Ethelbert Milleronly language
can hold us together
i watch the women
bead their hair
each bead a word
braids becoming
sentences… - By E. Ethelbert Millerin the early twenties
a boat brought
my father to america
his first impressions
were spoken in spanish
years… - By Tishani DoshiLike most people, I have not known
what to do with the stones handed
to me. I fold newspapers into … - By Anna JourneyIt came with the East Hollywood rental place: that novelty
polypropylene doormat screen-printed
in… - By Mayda Alexandra del VallePrimero it’s hablando in whatever language
fits your need at the moment.
It’s stories about an unbalanced… - By Cynthia CruzCome with me.
If there is a world.
Animal, mineral
Sticky star
Formed of silver
Crystal globs
In the form … - By Karen McCarthy WoolfThe man in the south, near São Paulo, brown
and lean, in his late seventies, says it’s his bicycle—
he… - By Dean BrowneBrian, I’m still calling you Brian,
it’s raining and Sunday where you gig
now, or it isn’t. I can only… - By Amy WoolardThe wind makes a salad
Of the countryside & we still refuse
To learn each other’s last names. You get
What… - By Norma Colethe
the
the the
the
the night... - By CAConradI feel felt by another but I’malone in the room
- By Jane ZwartWhen death comes, final and novel—
the trick cul-de-sac or burst dam, a door
that opening erases or shutting… - By Jacques J. RancourtCan I still call you
Emily? Not long after
we last saw each other, I too changed
my name. Dropped … - By Dorothea LaskyI still feel the same
As the day that I first met you
Though softened by all of this time
I still think… - By Xin QijiTranslated By Shangyang Fangto the tune “he xin lang: toasting the bridegroom”Now that I am old and those who crossed the mountains…
- By Xin Qiji甚矣吾衰矣。
怅平⽣、交游零落，只今余⼏！
⽩发空垂三千丈，⼀笑⼈间万事。
问何物、能令公喜？
我见青⼭多妩媚，料青⼭见我应如是。
情与貌，略相似。
⼀尊搔⾸东窗⾥。
想渊明、《停云》诗就，此时风味。
江左沉酣求名者…