By Wen Gu
黑色的岩石上，雨珠碎裂
青色的岩石上，星星一滴一滴溅落
一千年、一万年，古老的风在唱:
“一万个、一千个，相似的夜晚”
骆驼的背后，有历史的风暴升起
山羊的唇角，留着沙葱花的清香
别问我们祖先们的秘密
闪电已经刻在…
青色的岩石上，星星一滴一滴溅落
一千年、一万年，古老的风在唱:
“一万个、一千个，相似的夜晚”
骆驼的背后，有历史的风暴升起
山羊的唇角，留着沙葱花的清香
别问我们祖先们的秘密
闪电已经刻在…
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- By Ellen June WrightWhen you wake from a troubled sleep,
after you’ve used the bathroom, don’t go back.
Walk down the hall… - By Ellen June WrightThe caregiver calls to tell me about mother,
but I know she hasn’t slept. The security videos
of her restless… - By J. Allyn Rossersmiling at far end of table with friends I don’t know
newly wedded NYC looking down
taking turns holding… - By Danez Smithnow married, i’m in you different, in love
deeper, legally, under god and in front of my mama,
i know … - By Rodney JonesPeople who are like waves, rising and falling.
They imitate each other. People who get lost
When they … - By Rodney JonesIt was July. I must have been sixteen or seventeen,
And proud to be chosen for a grown man’s work,
Hollowing… - By Carson Wolfestuck between two Texans
who can’t believe I don’t know
how blockchain works.
I am always around men
who… - By Asha Futtermanmy hands are still my hands
like my grandfather’s hands
are his hands and they
are on the window
attached… - By Amy WoolardWe burn in daylight but we love the dogs until they
Become stardust again. Like all dogs do, they love… - By Wen GuTranslated By Wang PingRain breaks on black rocks
Stars fall, one by one, on blue stones
A thousand years, ten thousand years… - By Norma Colebetween intricate attention
the spot through distress
of the crowdconcrete dividers, streamers
of ordinary empathy
intention intentionally... - By Norma Coleimplicated garland of
witnessesdevolution, foliage
in red... - By CAConradI feel felt by another but I’malone in the room
- By Joe Carrick-Vartythe sky announcesit has written a lecture
on domestic violence no one starts a family
with the intention… - By Luke Allan1. This morning the nurse tested me for allergies. She said she’d test for “known allergies,” which …
- By Georgio RussellWithin this simple chapel, located near the navel
of the little clinic, the walls are all the white
of… - By Jacques J. RancourtI dressed as a stag: headpiece
of antlers, fabric flowers
hot-glued to a harness, my ass
hanging out of… - By Jacques J. RancourtCan I still call you
Emily? Not long after
we last saw each other, I too changed
my name. Dropped … - By Aaron ShurinThe gates, the gardens, the windows, the sky, the ledge of bricks, the fallen leaves, the porch where…