By Enheduanna
Lady of all powers, In whom light appears, Radiant one Beloved of Heaven and Earth, Tiara-crowned Priestess...
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- By Tanaya WinderSummers meant sticking my arm out the back of a rez car. No other windows rolled down. Consequences ...
- By Luke KennardAn extremely hubristic, unflattering, and accurate self-portrait, this episode saw Halberg in direct...
- By Duane NiatumRaven steals your name for an autumn joke: buries it along with you under the broadest hemlock known...
- By Ray DiPalmaMany of the oldest priests were there, their ceremonial robes in tatters but the knives they held appeared...
- By Kanya Kanchanadarkriver moonrise girlrise locksdrip firmfoot mudbank starwheel skinflush red mouthswell tongueloll...
- By Shivanee RamlochanAfter the small bomb of his orgasm I stole his mother’s crucifix, darted through the back doors. I never...
- By Keki Daruwallawhat lights up the lightbulb filaments of your recall Old Man this streak of fire through the thin wire...
- By Rukmini Bhaya Nairi poetry Pull down the crows from the sky Piya, summer’s blood is barely dry What is a poem if it cannot try To...
- By Biswamit DwibedyThese are all ancient names of what you will once call home. The shape of the fire altar is independent...
- By Biswamit DwibedyAs a rule, we are only because men have looked down upon us with such kindness straight into our eyes...
- By Danielle Boodoo-FortunéThere is a place not far from here where two rivers meet the sea, a shore dark and pitted as a caiman...
- By Sangeeta SinghAji held onto the brown and black patched calf’s tail A pundit sang her mantra for 43 minutes Years ...
- By Cyril DabydeenWhat’s Godhead— now standing upright, fecundity no less I tell you more about. Phases of the moon, you...
- By Rajiv MohabirSunrise ocher marks the river’s forehead, wet dhotis betray supplicants bare as opaque windows, their...
- By Meena AlexanderIn a crumpled shirt (so casual for a god) Bow tucked loosely under an arm still jittery from battle ...
- By Chinua AchebeSomething in altitude kindles power-thirst Mere horse-height suffices the emir Bestowing from rich folds...
- By Albert WendtOur islands are Tagaloaalagi’s stepping stones across Le Vasa Loloa small and frail but courageous enough...
- By Mary RuefleOh, I said, this is going to be. And it was. Oh, I said, this will never happen. But it did. And a purple...
