By E. Ethelbert Miller
“I can’t breathe,” he said.
But there was no air.
Only the absence of trees
and rope. The swaying
of…
But there was no air.
Only the absence of trees
and rope. The swaying
of…
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- By Eileen MylesIsrael’s started
bombing
Gaza again
I don’t know
where to put it
in relation
to the ordinary
sadness… - By E. Ethelbert Millerhere
near the entrance to the subway
the underground
we stand in each other’s eyes
once lovers
now … - By E. Ethelbert Millergaza at daybreak
dogs sniff among the ruins
the graves are multiplying - By Shann RayI . seated at a table for two inside Caffè Florian Venice
- By Darius Simpsondo you remember in fifth grade
when i was all of eighty pounds
soaking wet and fully clothed
i told you… - By Elana BellOnce in a village that is burning
because a village is always somewhere burning And if you do not look… - By Inua EllamsWe were wild children / we moved through space / like blades
We were tame children / we fell to sleep… - By Linda HoganFor those who don’t come to the end of this poem,
some harsh and endless wave of ocean
will bring to… - By River 瑩瑩 Dandelionyou had to know the currents, & the sun
stay shallow to keep warm in the waters.
you had to believe you… - By Dmitry BlizniukTranslated By Sergey Gerasimovapartments are crumbling in the explosions
like rotten tree stumps.
automobiles are burning like fluff… - By Dmitry BlizniukTranslated By Sergey Gerasimovthe basement. the remotest corner and an old man there
is curled into a thorny billiard ball.
the elbows… - By Dmitry Blizniukквартири кришаться під вибухами
як трухляві пні.
автівки згорають немов тополиний пух.
тиша здувається
і… - By Dmitry Blizniukпідвал. дальній кут і там старий
згорнутий у колючу більярдну кулю.
лікті й коліна випирають крізь … - By River 瑩瑩 Dandelionwe wore watermelon husks to hide
lost cargo floating east to hong kong
water lilies & crickets our last… - By Frank X WalkerThis was the first time
we really look at each other
and not be able to tell
who master the cruelest
who… - By Frank X Walkeris just a fancy word white officers
use when they bark
roll over, nigger! or sit up and beg, boy!
—and … - By Frank X WalkerCall her Moses, Conductor,
already Legend. Call her Nurse attending to open wounds.
Call her Thief, Grand… - By Damilola OmotoyinboEven the temple testified to the fragrance
of her hymns—before she was slain
right on the pulpit. While… - By Pamela SneedThe only antidote I may have to Trump’s election
is in a small ferry to Robben Island
one that shuttles…