By Enheduanna
Lady of all powers,
In whom light appears,
Radiant one
Beloved of Heaven and Earth,
Tiara-crowned
Priestess…
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 … - 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… - 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, … - 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…