By Jacques J. Rancourt
Can I still call you
Emily? Not long after
we last saw each other, I too changed
my name. Dropped …
Emily? Not long after
we last saw each other, I too changed
my name. Dropped …
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- By Georgio RussellWithin this simple chapel, located near the navel
of the little clinic, the walls are all the white
of… - By Mitchell GlazierStiletto melon collies, a tinsel mystic streaks our homeplace.
Lantern flies triple from the sleeping… - By Heidi WilliamsonYou’re fifteen and nowhere in a town on the edge of pitiful lands stripped of fruit. The burger van’…
- By Kashawn TaylorI walk down a dim hall, and appreciate the coruscating layer of wax on the floor(how I could sleep there…
- By Mercedes Lucerodear mary metonym of mine to mind *mary *mari *mare *mere Magdalene or mother not as Abuelita dreams…
- By Nasser RabahTranslated By Ammiel Alcalay, Emna Zghal & Khaled al-HilliNot enough time to learn how to play an instrument that
sounds like your steps climbing the stairs at… - By Nasser Rabah،لم يكن الوقتُ كافياً لتعلّمِ العزف مثل خطاكِ وهي تصعدُ درجَ البيت
،أو الغناءِ المقفى وأنت تغسلين ا… - By Doug Gonzalezonly I stood in the rain with wet skin. I could taste the dew though it had not yet found my lips. …
- By Manny LoleyTranslated By Manny Loleynight drapes
stars emit light
around the north star-fire
stars journey
in their wake
stories extend… - By Manny Loleychahóółhxeel
sǫ’ bitsádinidiin
nahookǫs bikǫ’
binaago deikaah
sǫ’ binahjį’
hane’ náás oot’ih - By Jamie AyzeTranslated By Jamie AyzeSkeleton house
Church
I am homesick
I am teaching myself
To pray
It is true
It is true
It is true.
Translated… - By Jamie AyzeAts’iist’in shighan
Baa hooghan
Shił hodiik’aad
‘Àdineeshtįįł bee
Sodadilzin
‘Aanii t’áá
‘Aanii t’áá… - By Chris HoshnicDá’ák’eh ahooł’níi niłch’i doo naadą́ą́.
Naadą́ niłch’i
Doo Sodizin.
Niłchi adiin goo
Sodizin bee ’adoolnii… - By Chris Hoshnicxxx
In the truck at his funeral time catches up to me / beaks me into
opaque-ness / a cog in the… - By Sri ChinmoyThere was a time when I loved
The fantastic fabrics of the mind.
There was a time
When I lived my life
Based… - By Shereen AkhtarIn our first house-let in London, she drew on the tablecloth to create
a calligraphic feast. Our friends… - By Zach CzaiaI'm sorry it wasn't till the end of the year
that I asked you to write about yourselves. You filled pages… - By Colby Cedar SmithI loved a preacher’s son.
Hide and seek
in labyrinthine basements
red roses and kissing.
A deep wooden… - By Alexandra Lytton RegaladoThis morning the wolf did not want to get out of bed.
The moon ate the sun yesterday and we are all…