By Jacques J. Rancourt
Can I still call you
Emily? Not long after
we last saw each other, I too changed
my name. Dropped …
Emily? Not long after
we last saw each other, I too changed
my name. Dropped …
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- By Georgio RussellWithin this simple chapel, located near the navel
of the little clinic, the walls are all the white
of… - By Mitchell GlazierStiletto melon collies, a tinsel mystic streaks our homeplace.
Lantern flies triple from the sleeping… - By Heidi WilliamsonYou’re fifteen and nowhere in a town on the edge of pitiful lands stripped of fruit. The burger van’…
- By Kashawn TaylorI walk down a dim hall, and appreciate the coruscating layer of wax on the floor(how I could sleep there…
- By Mercedes Lucerodear mary metonym of mine to mind *mary *mari *mare *mere Magdalene or mother not as Abuelita dreams…
- By Nasser RabahTranslated By Ammiel Alcalay, Emna Zghal & Khaled al-HilliNot enough time to learn how to play an instrument that
sounds like your steps climbing the stairs at… - By Nasser Rabah،لم يكن الوقتُ كافياً لتعلّمِ العزف مثل خطاكِ وهي تصعدُ درجَ البيت
،أو الغناءِ المقفى وأنت تغسلين ا… - By Manny LoleyTranslated By Manny Loleynight drapes
stars emit light
around the north star-fire
stars journey
in their wake
stories extend… - By Manny Loleychahóółhxeel
sǫ’ bitsádinidiin
nahookǫs bikǫ’
binaago deikaah
sǫ’ binahjį’
hane’ náás oot’ih - By Doug Gonzalezonly I stood in the rain with wet skin. I could taste the dew though it had not yet found my lips. …
- By Sri ChinmoyThere was a time when I loved
The fantastic fabrics of the mind.
There was a time
When I lived my life
Based… - By Shereen AkhtarIn our first house-let in London, she drew on the tablecloth to create
a calligraphic feast. Our friends… - By Zach CzaiaI'm sorry it wasn't till the end of the year
that I asked you to write about yourselves. You filled pages… - By Colby Cedar SmithI loved a preacher’s son.
Hide and seek
in labyrinthine basements
red roses and kissing.
A deep wooden… - By Chris WatkinsI was riding toward Damascus
to yell at some Christians and maybe
stone a few uninhibited women
when… - By Charles ReznikoffIn a world where each man must be of use
and each thing useful, the rebellious Jews
light not one light… - By Charles ReznikoffThe Jewess, Hadassah, takes the name of the moon-goddess, Esther;
her kinsman, Mordecai, whatever his… - By Charles ReznikoffThis was a season of our fathers' joy:
not only when they gathered grapes and the fruit of trees
in Israel… - By Kemi AlabiI used to pray to a man-faced god.
Kept his whip beneath my bed.
Set alarms for daybreak lashings.
Pressed white cotton to the flay.
Made flags of the bloodsoak.
Raised them from my window.
Called this worship.
Dreamt heaven a jury small as a county
where nobody...