By Frank X Walker
When we first left Kentucke
the trees had commenced to dressing up
the fall harvest an the garden
was already…
the trees had commenced to dressing up
the fall harvest an the garden
was already…
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- By Leslie SainzThe marriage behaves, the business behaves, so what?
Fights like eggs boiling, runny
esther, barely… - By Leslie SainzWhen I imitate myself, I am a number of certain people,
some of them certain. I, myself, am a master … - By Ricardo ReisTranslated By Margaret Jull Costa & Patricio FerrariInside us live innumerable others;
If I think or feel, I do not know
Who is thinking or feeling.
I am only… - By Ricardo ReisVivem em nós innumeros;
Se penso ou sinto, ignoro
Quem é que pensa ou sente.
Sou sòmente o logar
Onde… - By Frank X WalkerThe sound of a race is music but like nothing with
strings or words. You’d need a hundred men with
… - By Shlagha BorahWhen my grandfather was on his deathbed, he didn’t
move toward the light. At his feet, there were four… - By MirabaiTranslated By Chloe MartinezSomeday you’ll think of me, Rama, as you wander, detached.
Holding a posture, he sits quite still,… - By MirabaiTranslated By Chloe MartinezJust let him go! Honey, who calls a yogi her own?
He’s always indifferent to me, sister, he makes no sense. - 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 Nay ThitWhen the dreamer dies, the dream begins searching for someone else—someone who might take it in and…
- By E. Ethelbert Millerwe would take the train to brooklyn
leaving the bronx
down through harlem
out to prospect park
bergen… - By Rigoberto GonzálezBoys will be boys, the saying goes,
even if that boy will one day
age into Messiah. One would
never guess… - By Shireen MadonYou stood beside our god, you anointed a human king, and yet you are forever
rendered the shortest of… - By Shann Rayi . sorrow is the curved ribcage of a beautiful death,
- By Lucille Cliftonoh Master Of All Who Take And Wash
And Eat lift me away at the end into evening
forever into sanctified… - By Samatar ElmiWho art in Cali.
Programmer by trade.
Thy start-up come,
thy will become
an FTSE 500.
Give us this day our…
