Poem
By Xin Qiji
Translated By Shangyang Fang
to the tune “he xin lang: toasting the bridegroom”Now that I am old and those who crossed the mountains…
Category
Friends & Enemies
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- ArticleBy Yasmine Shamma
Joe Brainard's letters are playful, elusive, and hungry for art.
- PoemBy Zach CzaiaI'm sorry it wasn't till the end of the year
that I asked you to write about yourselves. You filled pages… - PoemBy Zach CzaiaOpen your mouth. Your tongue,
put it out. Let it wait.
Let it wait till it is
dry and cool. Let it wait… - PoemBy Amelia LoefflerYou might be wondering how I got here:
red handed, pants down, under the bleachers
by the football field… - PoemBy Amelia LoefflerIn kindergarten, I find myself
sitting cross-legged on the playground,
having a nosebleed. Steady,
… - PoemBy Randall MannFirst I want to thank you all for coming,
for standing so patiently in line.
I know these are difficult… - PoemBy Karen HoulePulling the foreign body off me— out of the dress up over my arms through the neckhole—
he says, You… - PoemBy Karl KnightsYou left a note.
‘Please don’t judge me
too harshly.’ I read it
at your memorial.
I hate that my voice
didn… - PoemBy Rita Dovelate, in aqua and ermine, gardenias
scaling her left sleeve in a spasm of scent,
her gloves white, her… - PoemBy Natasha SajéDo for your neck what you do for your face.
Face your neck whatever the case. Pace yourself
for 35-55,… - PoemBy Patricia Smithcane, cravats, and corsets tell and retell the body’s story the shell we
shroud in guile, romance… - PoemBy Matthew RohrerOn someone else’s estate
running through it to avoid
the outdoor wedding there is a grave
in a little copse of trees
so panting we hide out there
How beautiful to lie down
not to be the dead ones there
whose eye sockets are filled with dirt
nothing... - PoemBy Sarah RuhlDeath no wild thing
and you a boy,
Max.
One night in your room
(or body)
a forest grew
and the walls
(or cells) became
transparent
because brightness
invites
transparency, I guess.
Then a little boat
to hospital smells.
Doctors called
the forest cancer,
not obscuring leaves.
And you a boy.
You say:
“Why can’t people use the word
courage
instead... - PoemBy Helene AchanzarI wish I had hiked the frozen hill tonight
for reception, called to tell you I had a good time
hearing the two Somali cab drivers laughing
near an avalanche of on-sale oranges.
I played a prince in absolute awe
as the orchestra soared.... - ArticleBy Joe Carrick-Varty
He should be here to do the lifetime of things he still had left to do, one of them being to bring his incredible book into the world, to see Adam.
- PoemBy Haki R. Madhubutisuper-cool
ultrablack
a tan/purple
had a beautiful shade.
he had a double-natural
that wd put the sisters to shame.
& his beads were imported sea shells
(from some blk/country i never heard of)
he was triple-hip.
his tikis were hand carved
out of ivory
& came express from the... - PoemBy Pat MoraBuenos dias and hasta lue$o in boardrooms and strategy sessions, Where are your grateful holiday smiles bilinguals? I've given you a voice, let you in
to hear old friends tell old jokes,
Stop flinching, Drink eggnog, Hum alon,
Not carols we hear
whimpering
children too... - PoemBy Walela NehandaCrip (noun): slang for a disabled person/the whole of
the disabled community/
a school of thought
Example: “I’m on crip time”
Meaning: Time bends differently when the universe that is
my body dictates it
Crip (noun): a Black gang that originated in... - PoemBy Jos Charlesits a secrete
the grls speeching mye hole /
inn 2 the lindens / wee go out
& playe footballe / verie nashenallie
how wee leeve a stall / piteus
wen the grls
speech me /
this is how u make a porno / ...