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  • Poem

    poetry-magazineFemale Rain

    By Doug Gonzalez
    only I stood in the rain with wet skin. I could taste the dew though it had not yet found my lips. …
  • Poem

    poetry-magazinerain poem

    By Manny Loley
    Translated By Manny Loley
     rain passed through

     just now
     rain

     chxósh

    chxósh

     chxósh

     chxósh

     rain rained

    now
     rainbow
     stretches

    water   …
  • Poem

    poetry-magazinenahóółtą́

    By Manny Loley
     ániid nahóółtą́

     ániidigo
     nahóółtą́ą

     chxósh

    chxósh

     chxósh

     chxósh

     naanahóółtą́

    k’ad
     nááts…
  • Poem

    poetry-magazineRain Song

    By Ide Amari Thompson
    so beautiful, it hurt
    to listen when your rain
    what fall, drop, fresh-
    water. drawn as the day come
  • Audio
    By Ide Amari Thompson
  • Poem
    By Lis Sanchez
    Before there were cavalry horses sheening the street
    with golden turds, there were strains of a treble…
  • Poem
    By Andrew Frisardi
    The city lies back in its winding-sheet
    While little digits drum a steady beat

    On roofs and terraces, …
  • Poem
    By Russell Atkins
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    Oh did
               """      """       n’t…
  • Poem
    By Mary B. Moore
    The window clouds do roof-tiles
    and ripples before they drown in sun,

    become haze, innuendo,
    but of…
  • Poem
    By Julia Fiedorczuk
    Translated By Bill Johnston
    From within my bodily singularity
    I play at sending out gentle sunbeams.
    I don't believe in myself, but…
  • Poem
    By Emily Brontë
    O transient voyager of heaven!
    ⁠ ⁠ ⁠ O silent sign of winter skies!
    What adverse wind thy sail has driven
    ⁠ ⁠ ⁠ To dungeons where a prisoner lies?

    Methinks the hands that shut the sun
    ⁠ ⁠ ⁠ ⁠So sternly from this morning's brow
    Might still their rebel task have done
    ⁠⁠ ⁠ ⁠ And checked a thing...
  • Poem
    By John Tickhill
    In a sesone of somere þat souerayne ys of alle,
    Þat was þe myry monþ of May when many myrthys spryng,
    Þe sonne ys somnore and syre and sendyth tyl vs doun,
    And byddyth vs bisy for to be oure bodys for to glade;
    Man for to myrth hym in al maner wys,
    Bestys for to buske ham on bentys tyl abyde,
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