By Patricia Smith
Dear ferocious dreamer. Dear maven of song and surveyor of every flung star. Dear meandering romantic...
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- It’s a shame this poem’s already been erased when I go to read it. Like humid air that tugs at my arm...
- By Marwa Helal
say i ‘well
particular in one no to
backed ive time first the isnt this
disaster a of out us - By H.D.He and I sought together, over the spattered table, rhymes and flowers, gifts for a name. He said, among...
- By Salima RiveraWords, like weeds, are sprouting everywhere. My mouth and throat are choked with them, wild fairy rings...
- By Lyn HejinianThe spoons have clattered Aren’t children little pears and observant birds I note that the green blanket...
- By Pablo TexónIn my language we distinguish sueñu from suañu. The first tethers us to the ground, stuffs stones in...
- By Pablo TexónNa mio llingua estremamos el sueñu del suañu. El primeru átanos al suelu, ponnos piedres nos bolsos ...
- By Raymond LuczakYour voice translated me, a lucid memory. You videotaped my hands, words. Now that’s all gone to the...
- By Michelle Peñalozaanak like a sigh born every day ilong lead by scent and know-how tanong asking questions about the world...
- By sam saxgive me a name & i’ll answer whenever a mother calls it out across the park wanting only her child &...
- By Norman Finkelstein# Listen to the children who know their way about the forest and return with stories which the thief...
- By Linda NortonI'm reading John Wieners chapbook, Pressed Wafer, at one of the giant tables upstairs in the archives where I ...
- By Gabrielle Joy Lessanskaddish tore a boulevard through bird lung say hyssop sing thirst less subtle saplings down the sewer...
- By Noa Micaela FieldsIn other sounds E wants a mother [unclear] I hear bad. Trachea, trace—translate [hiss] chase meaning...
- By Nam Le36, because highly composite, square triangular (3 line, 4 line) with 9 divisors, 9 being the sum of...
- By Nam LeRestore to us, before this modern alphabet— developed by Portuguese missionaries— sent to Đàng Trong...
- By Nam Le... the word is “sincerity” But mine is mine. To mine, to meld. To mint if I mean to. To misuse, misprize. It’...
- By Nam Le(nine white masters sitting in a tree) So I’m reading Heaney on Yeats on “entire sincerity”—sincerity in life ...
- By Nam LeWe are for perpetual revolution! We are for monkeys and tigers! We are for permanent re-education! We...