By Rigoberto González
The rain, of course, as it dings
every leaf on the eucalyptus—
what was it doing there, on the US-
Mexico…
every leaf on the eucalyptus—
what was it doing there, on the US-
Mexico…
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- By Monica GunningI pass between lions
guarding what's inside:
bound gems to open,
endless words that sparkle.
I read till… - By Eileen SpinelliArctic tundra,
Arctic tundra,
How does your garden grow?
With lupine seeds
And fireweeds
And bearberries … - By Carole Boston WeatherfordBig and bold now, write your name.
Draw an arrow, then take aim
at a puffy heart: "Kim loves Kyle."
Doodling… - By Heidi Mordhorst"Snug as a bug in a hug,"
says Gran, like she always does,
and laughs down my neck
with her smoky-mint … From the magazine:Please
By Ye ZhouTranslated By Wang PingPlease bring a light
Into the grotto cave, please don’t forget
To bring a handful of barley.
Please plant…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:Valley
By Li JianjunTranslated By Wang PingOne morning in summer
I came upon a valley
With a school of horses
Sheep, larks, and ninety-nine apricot…From the magazine:The Big Running River
By GuangziTranslated By Wang PingThe flowing river, running a thousand li
I’ve been standing on its shore, in a daze
Time rushes forward…From the magazine:From “Rock Paintings in Alxa”
By Wen GuTranslated By Wang PingRain breaks on black rocks
Stars fall, one by one, on blue stones
A thousand years, ten thousand years…From the magazine:Geliao Street
By Yuan XinTranslated By Wang PingA little lane, 220 meters long, 6.3 meters wide.
Twenty-six years ago, I biked past the west side of …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:how we survived: 爺爺’s pantoum (i)
By River 瑩瑩 Dandelionyou had to know the currents, & the sun
stay shallow to keep warm in the waters.
you had to believe you…From the magazine:how we survived: 爺爺’s pantoum (ii)
By River 瑩瑩 Dandelionwe wore watermelon husks to hide
lost cargo floating east to hong kong
water lilies & crickets our last…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 [“A shallow depth of field produces flames”]
By Nathanael JonesA shallow depth of field produces flames in a dimmed distance, harlequin patterned jit or juke, footwork…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…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…