By bruno darío
fantasía
(poema de amor improviso)
Quiero acompañarte
en la aventura de la maestría.
¡Cuánto me gustar…
(poema de amor improviso)
Quiero acompañarte
en la aventura de la maestría.
¡Cuánto me gustar…
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- By Jacques J. RancourtI dressed as a stag: headpiece
of antlers, fabric flowers
hot-glued to a harness, my ass
hanging out of… - By Aaron ShurinThe gates, the gardens, the windows, the sky, the ledge of bricks, the fallen leaves, the porch where…
- By Jesse NathanGoing to the Russian bathhouse on Innes
to lie naked on a shelf in the steam
while the hatted man
swanning… - By Dorothea LaskyI still feel the same
As the day that I first met you
Though softened by all of this time
I still think… - By bruno daríoTranslated By Kit SchluterI want to accompany you
on the adventure of mastery.
How I’d love
our love, the antonym of art! - By Li BaiTranslated By Keith HolyoakBack when my hair barely covered my forehead
I was picking flowers in front of the gate.
You rode over… - By Omotara JamesWhen Sarah Vaughan pipes from the great American songbook,
I forget time is dragging my body from one… - By Sasha PearlI went to Ulta Beauty to buy perfume
I was horny and I wanted the universe inside my nose
The lit shelves… - By Sasha PearlI’m in Shartlesville
Eating air-chilled wings in the sleeper cab
I took the contract because the devil… - By Paisley RekdalYou’d never call the branches
arms, though in certain
lights don’t pine and man
look like hands
conjoined… - By Rowan Wilde Riggsconstellations of dimwitted substrate
twinkle like formless apparitions.
i keep walking forward
so your… - By Dan Beachy-QuickI created more loss where I meant to make less.
Created more debt where I meant to make depth.
Created… - By Zhang Xian相离徒有相逢梦。门外马蹄尘已动。
怨歌留待醉时听，远⽬不堪空际送。
今宵风⽉知谁共。声咽琵琶槽上凤。
⼈⽣⽆物⽐多情，江⽔不深⼭不重。 - By Zhang XianTranslated By Shangyang Fangto the tune “mu lan hua: magnolia”
After tonight, what’s left of you is you
moving into my dream. Outside… - By Paul TranMixed greens. Purple onions. Banana
Peppers. Tomatoes. Avocados. Mayonnaise. Pepper. Sourdough.
A stranger… - By Richard BrautiganI don't know what it is,
but I distrust myself
when I start to like a girl
a lot. It makes me nervous… - By David HopsonThe guy with dreads, in nothing but boots,
stands shoulders above the passing men.
A few dart for him,… - By David HopsonWe land in the aisles of British fiction
to soak in the air conditioning. Your fingers
play the spines… - By Kimberly Johnsoni
The last time I lost you, I had turned
To salt. The hospice nurses all assured
An easier passing…