By Norma Cole
words people energies
somewhere in there
that that punctuationrecovery my spoken
moving never never
play something else...
somewhere in there
that that punctuationrecovery my spoken
moving never never
play something else...
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- By Magda PortalTranslated By Kathleen WeaverFacing Life
I take up this unbridled cry
broad wave crashing on
my hearts beachI HAVE NO PRECEDENT... - By Norma ColeTake history
Take powerAt no point sufficient
Accident of memory... - By Norma ColeRock or tree, inflexion
of tree, wild asparagusand watercress, weeping
and leaving, parting andfleeing, atmosphere
as always the distance... - By Norma Colemeasure how silence
sits on the groundthe same rills, clay tablets,
gravel and stones, frozenmoments measure displacement
consequence the records of... - By Norma Coleimplicated garland of
witnessesdevolution, foliage
in red... - By Norma Colebetween intricate attention
the spot through distress
of the crowdconcrete dividers, streamers
of ordinary empathy
intention intentionally... - By Norma Colerestricted extremities during thought flight
sensitive documents: the market, the firelike weather balloons in gear
or a plate glass window in the pavement... - By Norma ColeConditions in the moment
conditions in the present moment
conditions are melting in the present moment... - By Norma Colelike lost knowledge
a shovel, the secret hellothe soldiers, news from
the heart of the meter... - By Norma Colesalutations my child
you in your heartheard the basics
the basic first finger... - By Norma Colethe
the
the the
the
the night... - By CAConradI feel felt by another but I’malone in the room
- By CAConradeach threadadded to the loom was a moment of the weaver’s life
- By CAConradeveryone’s drawing the Death Card the chair pressing
- By Ruby Hansen MurrayIn school I learned to say Koran, like I learned to say Osage.
When I hear Qur’an, I understand I am … - By bruno daríoTranslated By Kit SchluterI swept my house and found another. In every corner was another smaller corner, which the dust mask …
- By Nakahara Chūyaある朝 僕は 空の 中に、
黒い 旗が はためくを 見た。
はたはた それは はためいて いたが、
音は きこえぬ 高きが ゆえに。
手繰り 下ろそうと 僕は したが、
綱も なければ それも 叶… - By Nakahara Chūyaホラホラ、これが僕の骨だ、
生きてゐた時の苦労にみちた
あのけがらはしい肉を破つて、
しらじらと雨に洗はれ、
ヌツクと出た、骨の尖。
それは光沢もない、
ただいたづらにしらじらと、
雨を吸収する、
… - By Nakahara Chūya汚れつちまつた悲しみに
今日も小雪の降りかかる
汚れつちまつた悲しみに
今日も風さへ吹きすぎる
汚れつちまつた悲しみは
たとへば狐の革裘
汚れつちまつた悲しみは
小雪のかかつてちぢこまる
汚れつ…