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Poem of The Day
By Dunya Mikhail
Everything has gender
in Arabic.
History is male.
Fiction is female.
Dream is male.
Wish is female.
Feminine words are followed
by a circle with two dots over.
They call it the tied circle,
knotted with wishes
which come true only when forgotten
or replaced by the wishes of others.
In the...
in Arabic.
History is male.
Fiction is female.
Dream is male.
Wish is female.
Feminine words are followed
by a circle with two dots over.
They call it the tied circle,
knotted with wishes
which come true only when forgotten
or replaced by the wishes of others.
In the...
Poem of The Day
By Mark Strand
It had been a long day at the office and a long ride back to the small apartment where I lived. When I got there I flicked on the light and saw on the table an envelope with my name...
Poem of The Day
By Elise Paschen
Lily Gladstone confides she wore my great
grandmother Eliza’s blankets in three scenes.
I don’t remember my great grandmother, though
in a photo, aged ninety, she holds me in her arms.
The actress plays Mollie Burkhart, who lived
down the street from Eliza in Fairfax.
Hands out wide, Lily says Eliza had a broad wingspan.
She …
grandmother Eliza’s blankets in three scenes.
I don’t remember my great grandmother, though
in a photo, aged ninety, she holds me in her arms.
The actress plays Mollie Burkhart, who lived
down the street from Eliza in Fairfax.
Hands out wide, Lily says Eliza had a broad wingspan.
She …
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to the city I am of.
Am without.
To watch play out around me
as theater —
audience as the dead are audience
to the life that is not mine.
Is as not
as never.
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it turns out to be such
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