By Nay Thit
Before I was born, my mother says, there was another boy. My brother. One day, half-asleep during lunch…
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- By Nate Marshallour vow—
if vowless by thirty
then us
was such
a stupid, childish way
to say love.
but love we were… - By Austin AllenEven weeks after you went, they came:
Frontgate, Fresh Finds, Hearthsong—the names blurring,
the smiling… - By Darius Simpsonbut i know better. i know poets like you don’t do no half-steppin. especially not on your way out. especially…
- By Elana BellOnce in a village that is burning
because a village is always somewhere burning And if you do not look… - By Roger RobinsonUnder the billowing heat of the white
tarpaulin church tent, my mother lowered
her worshipping hands and… - By Rajiv MohabirTranslated By Rajiv MohabirTo mourn an impossible life—
we have become objects of a King
we will never see.
All water has become black… - By Rajiv Mohabirएगो असंभव जीवन शोक करे खाितर—
हम लोगन कोई राजा के वस्तु बन गइली
जे राजा के हम कभी ना देखब।
सब पानी कारा… - By Michael RobinsHere before the sun rises, I find it difficult to make the words, to lean
forward three years after your… - By Asha Futtermanmy hands are still my hands
like my grandfather’s hands
are his hands and they
are on the window
attached… - By Michael RobinsI dreamed you called without reason, picking up where we left the
water months ago. Origins without … - By Ye Zhou将一盏灯送进
石窟，也别忘了
带一把青稞。
将一棵菩提
栽上壁画，也别忘了
供一碗净水。
将一尊佛像请进
敦煌，一定别忘了
养一对羔羊。
菩萨不会走。
可万一走了，这些
就是我们疼痛的拌料。 - 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 CAConradI feel felt by another but I’malone in the room
- By Nakahara Chūya汚れつちまつた悲しみに
今日も小雪の降りかかる
汚れつちまつた悲しみに
今日も風さへ吹きすぎる
汚れつちまつた悲しみは
たとへば狐の革裘
汚れつちまつた悲しみは
小雪のかかつてちぢこまる
汚れつ… - By Luke Allan1. This morning the nurse tested me for allergies. She said she’d test for “known allergies,” which …
- By Nakahara ChūyaTranslated By Jeffrey AnglesOn this bit of soiled sadness
The flurries fall again today
Through this bit of soiled sadness
The wind… - By Kazim AliA book led me to the particular performance of the cello suite
And watching the cellist play so tentatively… - By Lauren RussellHammock dumping
you onto bruised
grasses, frayed
thoughts droop
sideways, hammering
morning. Slipper-
footed… - By Zhang XianTranslated By Shangyang Fangto the tune “mu lan hua: magnolia”
After tonight, what’s left of you is you
moving into my dream. Outside…