By Michael Robins
I dreamed you called without reason, picking up where we left the
water months ago. Origins without …
water months ago. Origins without …
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- By Asha Futtermanmy hands are still my hands
like my grandfather’s hands
are his hands and they
are on the window
attached… - By Jim Johnstoneis just a garden, really.
A plot of land where you might reach down
to touch the snow
and crystallize.
… - By Kim OkTranslated By Ryan Choii
Sonorous music for voice— I hear
a short but elegiac,
pained
melody— for long discarded
dreams of a simple… - By Kim Ok울려 나오는 악성의
느리고도 짧은
애닯은 곡조에
나의 사라진 옛 꿈은
그윽하게 살아
내 가슴 아파라.
설움 가득한 악성의
빠르고도 더딘
애닯은 곡조에
뒤숭숭한 그 생각은
고요하… - By Kevin YoungOnce, in winter, I was blessed
by lightning, the plane
sudden struck—the boom
of it, the cabin lit … - By Michael RobinsHere before the sun rises, I find it difficult to make the words, to lean
forward three years after your… - By Frank X. WalkerI learn today that mama,
being property,
was massa's investment. That taken all together,
the only thing… - By Ann-Margaret LimEvery day is perfect, if
when you wake, you hear birds
in the garden, in the yard. Birds
up and down, ushering… - By Dorothea LaskyIn every rose there is the scent of death
I thought I was one of them
But I’m not and I’ve never been
Who… - By Paula BohinceAgain, an ousted child or orphan happens onto a den.
It happens then. Invitation by faun or badger to… - By Aaron ShurinThe gates, the gardens, the windows, the sky, the ledge of bricks, the fallen leaves, the porch where…
- By Rickey LaurentiisWhat I have done is created
History, exquisite manuscripts
With angering blame.
What I have done is… - By Nakahara ChūyaTranslated By Jeffrey AnglesOn this bit of soiled sadness
The flurries fall again today
Through this bit of soiled sadness
The wind… - By Jacques J. RancourtI dressed as a stag: headpiece
of antlers, fabric flowers
hot-glued to a harness, my ass
hanging out of… - By bruno daríoNi un día más allá la maleza cubrirá nuestros monumentos. La arquitectura reemplazada por otra furiosa…
- By bruno daríoTranslated By Kit SchluterBefore even one day has passed in the beyond, the weeds will cover our monuments. Our architecture …
- By Jane ZwartWhen death comes, final and novel—
the trick cul-de-sac or burst dam, a door
that opening erases or shutting… - By Luke Allan1. This morning the nurse tested me for allergies. She said she’d test for “known allergies,” which …
- 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…