From the magazine:曼德拉岩画记
By A’Er
这一刻是沙漠从云端耸起
沉下的是恒河之旅
那是洗不去的光阴
一个小时代的美好派对
一支雪茄飘出的哈瓦那
曾经还是左派的年月
格瓦拉的伏特加扁酒壶
塞进一张列侬和洋子的美颜照
那时我们多么热爱和平
其实…
沉下的是恒河之旅
那是洗不去的光阴
一个小时代的美好派对
一支雪茄飘出的哈瓦那
曾经还是左派的年月
格瓦拉的伏特加扁酒壶
塞进一张列侬和洋子的美颜照
那时我们多么热爱和平
其实…
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From the magazine:The Weeds (Accidentally on Purpose)
By Carey SalernoI watched the first weeds burgeon and decided this was the summer
I wouldn’t stop them, every inch of …From the magazine:Shiftless
By Amy WoolardThe wind makes a salad
Of the countryside & we still refuse
To learn each other’s last names. You get
What…From the magazine:Age at the Beginning of Knowing
By Joanna KlinkWoken again, this time by wings
scraping the air to pitch the warbler’s
heft from its tree. Its perch…From the magazine:Upon Receiving the Gift of a Handmade Box
By Joanna KlinkIn the evening I drove home
through cold rain, headlights blearing
in the peripheries around me.
I saw …From the magazine:雪
By A Xin静听世界的雪，它来自我们
无法测度的苍穹。天色转暗，一行诗
写到一半；牧羊人和他的羊群
正从山坡走下，穿过棘丛、湿地，暴露在
一片乱石滩上。雪是宇宙的修辞，我们
在其间寻找路径回家，山野蒙受恩宠。
在开阔的河滩上…From the magazine:我们如此确信自己的灵魂
By Xiwa我们如此确信自己的灵魂
比我们看得见，摸得着的肉体
更为确信，仿佛我们真的见过她
亲手抚摸过她，弯下身来为她洗过脚
在夜间闻过她腋窝里的汗味
在清晨听过她的哈欠声与唇语
我们如此确信我们的灵魂
确信她比我们的肉体更…From the magazine:老虎与羚羊
By Zhai Yongming半夜 有人在我耳边说：
我醒了，你们还在沉睡
世界像老虎 在梦里
追着你追着你
世界的万物都像老虎
它们一起追赶你这只
细脚蹱的羚羊
永恒的天敌绝不放过你
即使在梦中 即使在虚空
早上 2021大年初一
我慢慢读着马雁的…From the magazine:三匹马在河边饮水
By Chi Lechuan一匹雪白，一匹枣红，一匹黝黑
三匹马在河边饮水
它们此起彼伏地饮着，有一阵子，它们
一起把头伸进河里
仿佛一条河，是从它们口中
流出来似的
它们源远流长的心思
还是那么单纯，清澈，波澜不惊
天色一点点暗淡下来
一个人眼…From the magazine:故乡的距离
By Enkehada黎明时分，梦已被撕裂
从缝隙间向外望去
一幅画的空间里
站立着大象般的骆驼
在她的眼里
我看见了故乡
中午下班回家
冬的天空，支离破碎
阳光从孔隙里流淌
凝望墙上的壁画
发情的儿驼眼里
闻得见青草的气味
放眼眺望四周，都是足…From the magazine:
Plaster [“In this song a drum takes itself apart]
By Nathanael JonesIn this song a drum takes itself apart. To keep pace move along tracks, dissolve into the points where…From the magazine:Snow
By A XinTranslated By Wang PingListen to the snow on earth, falling upon us
From the unknown space. Sky darkens—a line of poetry
Is half…From the magazine:We Believe in Our Soul
By XiwaTranslated By Wang PingWe believe in our soul
More so than our visible, touchable flesh
We believe in our soul, as if we had …From the magazine:
Tiger and Gazelle
By Zhai YongmingTranslated By Wang PingMidnight someone whispered at my ear:
I’m awake, but you’re still sleeping
The world runs like a tiger…From the magazine:Three Horses Drink Water at the Riverbank
By Chi LechuanTranslated By Wang PingOne white, one red, one black
Three horses are drinking at the riverbank
They drink at their own pace,…From the magazine:The Distance of My Home
By EnkehadaTranslated By Wang PingAt dawn, my dreams are torn
Looking through the cracks
I see a painting
Of a camel as big as an elephant…From the magazine:Rock Painting on the Mandela
By A’ErTranslated By Wang PingIt rises from the desert into clouds
It sinks into the river of eternity
Time can’t wash away
Its short…From the magazine:
Plaster [“We paint all these rooms white”]
By Nathanael JonesWe paint all these rooms white without ever questioning the reasoning behind the labor. This fractured…From the magazine:
Plaster [“How a barn owl is never just a single barn owl”]
By Nathanael JonesHow a barn owl is never just a single barn owl.
Judgment lapsing into echo, collective
elastic pulling…From the magazine:
Plaster [“At another work site in a sister borough”]
By Nathanael JonesAt another work site in a sister borough, a neighbor hears me coughing and tells me she has been having…