By Myles C. Poydras
i touched my feet in pattern
to a sound and steady floor,
creating more of myself
in suspended leaps…
to a sound and steady floor,
creating more of myself
in suspended leaps…
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- By Tishani DoshiLike most people, I have not known
what to do with the stones handed
to me. I fold newspapers into … - By Victoria ChangTwo swans turn into four swans. As if each swan yearned for time but time just multiplied into other…
- By Nay ThitBefore I was born, my mother says, there was another boy. My brother. One day, half-asleep during lunch…
- By Nay ThitWhen the dreamer dies, the dream begins searching for someone else—someone who might take it in and…
- By Anna JourneyIt came with the East Hollywood rental place: that novelty
polypropylene doormat screen-printed
in… - By Sanam SheriffI have been made anew
like the first hour of sun
after days of rain.
I have kissed the face
of the … - By David HernandezFirst, the shirt—
my canvas—this black T
I grip, tug up
over my head, and lay
square on the autumn … - By Myles C. Poydrasan arrangement
of trained plucks
& then a full-palmed flood
of contented ones opens
into a siren that… - By marion eames whiteeven the rocks are dying. now that we’re here
in a cene of our making, time
to hold what’s left. palm … - By Gabrielle CalvocoressiRemember how you didn’t fall yesterday
even though you thought you would?
Life can be like that all the… - By marion eames whiteTRUTH
BE TOLD: I FUCKED UP - By Ye Hui (叶辉)扁豆与牵牛花
散发出一阵淡淡的雨水气味
宛如一段关于
未来生活的预言
一只黑嘴鸟停在
谷仓的沉静气息里，而附近
破败寺庙的放生池中
大鱼生出了小鱼
我记得我曾跑向一个庭院
它的石阶上有一束
被扔弃的枯萎的玖瑰
在房里的桌子… - By Kevin PruferThe sprayed cockroach doesn’t know
it’s already dead.
It’ll scratch around
behind the refrigerator
while… - By Cynthia CruzOver the earth
A white bell in the sky,
Radiating, like madness.
By eleven, there were already
Yellow horses… - By Cynthia CruzI had a fellowship but lived poorly
On cheap beer and penny candy.
Later, a career of killing time.
But… - By Shireen MadonIt’s as though the birds all know each other, and how naively
they seem to believe the world will go… - By Ye Hui (叶辉)Translated By Dong LiLentils and morning glories
Emit a faint smell of rain
Like a prophecy
On life in the days to come
A black… - By Anthony JosephFor Kamau,
for the furtive sound
of his phonaesthetic exegesis,
for his secret technology
of liquid … - By Michael DumanisThe person always is
before the person was,
coughing and breathing
with the one throat,
smoking and laughing…