Poem
By Stefania Gomez
Firemen cut the car open like a cake but when
they reached through the windshield to pull me out
they …
they reached through the windshield to pull me out
they …
Category
Memory & Nostalgia
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- AudioPoetry Off the ShelfFour poets on old stories, cultural memory, and minority languages.
- ArticleBy Silvina López Medin
I often get the impression of living between two courses or two times.
- PoemBy H.D.O, do not bring snow-water
but fresh snow;
I would be bathed with stars,
new fallen from heaven,
one with… - PoemBy Irina RatushinskayaI know it won't be received
Or sent. The page will be
In shreds as soon as I have scribbled it.
Later. … - PoemBy Anastasia Taylor-LindIt’s 9/11 the first time you stay.
In the morning you bring Taliban poems back to bed.
I drink cardamom… - ArticleBy Mathias Svalina
Suddenly I got why writers write all those books about the color blue, immersive as a dream.
- PoemBy Xiao Yue Shan1
listen carefully—there is land or there is water,
and a time where
you may mistake one for another.
there… - PoemBy Li-Young LeeI can hear in your voice
you were born in one country
and will die in another, and where you live is where… - PoemBy Major JacksonThe screen's fabrications remain. A film
shot never fails, sailing through the century
like a black V … - PoemBy Michael PalmerI know a silent movie star named Jane.
She speaks without moving her lips.
She once starred in a film … - PoemBy Josh BellKung-Fu, a couch, and I might reach
emptiness tonight, stuck on that Midwest
hoo-doo, counting cemetery… - PoemBy Louise ErdrichAugust and the drive-in picture is packed.
We lounge on the hood of the Pontiac
surrounded by the slow… - PoemBy Jean ValentineHe was shoveling sand
at the edge of the water, his heavy black glasses
glittered with rain:
"Don't you… - PoemBy William OlsenObservation isn’t serious play. It is living serious. Same heron. It’s used to us, we are as twilight…
- PoemBy Charles ReznikoffThis was a season of our fathers' joy:
not only when they gathered grapes and the fruit of trees
in Israel… - PoemBy Li-Young LeeWhen the big clock at the train station stopped,
the leaves kept falling,
the trains kept running,
my mother… - PoemBy Felicia Dorothea HemansSee’st thou yon gray gleaming hall,
Where the deep elm-shadows fall?
Voices that have left the earth
… 