By Kinsale Drake
In the years of scorched earth,
Kit Carson’s pale-knife face
bayonetting the sky, his blood thirst,
…
Kit Carson’s pale-knife face
bayonetting the sky, his blood thirst,
…
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- By Rowie Shondeen ShebalaWell she actually said
if you were an Ewok I would rescue you and name you Sunshine
build you a tiny… - By Shaina A. NezKéyah ‘ashdladiingo bił háhoodzooígíí Bidahnaat’a’í shił nilįįgo biniinaa bich’į ‘ádíshní Háálá ‘á…
- By Cameron BarnettThis is how the story begins: a touch, a bump, a hot mouth,
jostled skin in an elevator, escalation, … - By Meredith StrickerEvery morning opening the newspaper, I am faced
with the thin line that divides disaster and deprivation
from a world of luminous wealth. Tuesday, January 29th,
for instance, bodies, many of them children, lie on the ground
They drowned in the canal trying to escape a weapons depot fire
and explosion in Lagos. Their heads are twisted in straw and dust
near the feet of on-lookers whose cries we cannot hear - By Chaelee DaltonConsider the market. Consider the gross domestic product of Korea. Call it Kimchi.
Ferment culture in… - By Anastasia Taylor-LindIt’s 9/11 the first time you stay.
In the morning you bring Taliban poems back to bed.
I drink cardamom… - By Sasha DugdaleThe downs are certainly lovely, although by mortal loveliness
did you mean they would disappear one day… - By Jayne CortezHarsh Cries From
The Tomb Of
Little Rock
Blown In The Soul
Of The Pyramids
Where The Sphinx
Keep Watch… - By Milan DěžinskýTranslated By Nathan FieldsIt is sixty-five years since Hiroshima,
they write. Should one cup a handful of water from a river,
there… - By Lev RubinsteinTranslated By Tatiana Tulchinsky & Philip Metres1
Now here I am! 2
So… 3
So here I am… 4
(Where have you been?
We’d given up all hope…) 5
So… 6
So … - By Sholeh WolpéTall, stiff and spiny.
Try to make it to the other side
and risk savage thorns.
We who left home in our… - By Saeed JonesThe end of the world was mistaken
for just another midday massacre
in America. Brain matter and broken… - By Anne CarsonIf I were an early person
I'd look for the limits of human wisdom
by going to sacred oak trees
or the local… - By Xiao Yue ShanI could tell you this: marigolds are a night flower.
in the hour of my birth there were men in the streets… - By Edward SalemI sat up in bed with my legs crossed
for too long, and when they started prickling
and feeling heavy, I felt like I could begin
to understand Jesus’s suffering.
I drove to a largely empty Jerusalem.
Almost a thousand years ago, rows of soldiers
had... - By Edward SalemThe Dome of the Rock was on fire, I thought. I saw people running out, shouting and fighting as smoke obscured the entrance. A long jet of water sprayed through the air—to put out the fire, I thought—then I smelled...
- By Edward SalemThe dead Palestinian brother. I have lost
each of you, my personal friend and
sister and glass of cold water.
My firm hand gropes for
frozen rocks in the night.
I just want to sleep.
In the nightmare,
I slap your dead foreheads
with my blue and gold... - By Edward SalemAcross the suffocating blackness, the waveless water
and a broad hush in the indecipherable wind,
Jordan’s hills were obscured by the night.
Sitting on the clumpy sand, I convinced myself
I could make out a few hills like bloated storm clouds,
a voidal Jordan on... - By Cyrus Console
Rotor wash, or the downward-flowing
Air by which our helicopters formed
Imprints in the jungle grass beneath
Now stands effectively for Vietnam
Because our understanding of that war
Omitted many things but not the wind
We bowed our heads and fled. In this case we
Refers effectively...