By Shlagha Borah
When my grandfather was on his deathbed, he didn’t
move toward the light. At his feet, there were four…
move toward the light. At his feet, there were four…
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- By E. Ethelbert Millerwe would take the train to brooklyn
leaving the bronx
down through harlem
out to prospect park
bergen… - By Nay ThitWhen the dreamer dies, the dream begins searching for someone else—someone who might take it in and…
- 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 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 MartinezSomeday you’ll think of me, Rama, as you wander, detached.
Holding a posture, he sits quite still,… - 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 Rigoberto GonzálezBoys will be boys, the saying goes,
even if that boy will one day
age into Messiah. One would
never guess… - 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… - By Roger RobinsonUnder the billowing heat of the white
tarpaulin church tent, my mother lowered
her worshipping hands and… - By Malika Bookeri.
But Noah found grace in the eyes of the lord
and thus formed the habit of my non-naming,
there … - By Patrick RosalHere, my one raucous prayer
coaxed from this poor drum,
my double heart, under a beat-up slat
of divine… - By Linda HoganWe lived in houses on stilts.
The tides ran beneath us.
We who did not follow rules of a church
were… - By Ye ZhouTranslated By Wang PingPlease bring a light
Into the grotto cave, please don’t forget
To bring a handful of barley.
Please plant… - By XiwaTranslated By Wang PingWe believe in our soul
More so than our visible, touchable flesh
We believe in our soul, as if we had …
