By Sri Chinmoy
Within, without the cosmos wide am I;In joyful sweep I loose forth and draw back all.A birthless, deathless...
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- By CAConradFrank is a young boy asleep in ancient Tibet what you thought was your life is really his dream he may...
- By Paisley RekdalHow horrible it is, how horrible that Cronenberg film where Goldblum’s trapped with a fly inside his...
- By Cyrus ConsoleRotor wash, or the downward-flowing Air by which our helicopters formed Imprints in the jungle grass beneath ...
- By Isabel Duarte-GraySunday we lay hands on a girl of ten hand on hand on cornsilk hair. We sing the secret language sung...
- By Emily BrontëO transient voyager of heaven! O silent sign of winter skies! What adverse wind thy sail has driven...
- By BazeedIn the hiding hour of autophagy ghosts hang out all day and talk to us. An archival haunting demanding...
- By Terrance HayesBroken EarthYear of Release: 1939Running Time: 11 minutesCast: Clarence Muse and unidentified boyI am...
- By Robert DuncanThis is the way it is. We seethree ages in one: the child Jesusinnocent of Jerusalem and Rome- magically...
- By Chris AbaniA stream in a forest and a boy fishing, heart aflame, head hush, tasting the world— lick and pant. The...
- By James K. BaxterThe wish to climb a ladder to the loft Of God dies hard in us. The angels Jacob saw Were not himself...
- By Sara Abou RashedWhen I die, bury me in the sky— no one is fighting over it. Children are playing soccer with empty bomb...
- By Natalie ShaperoGod come on stop cutting me out of your photos God stop dragging the mouse around my shopworn body like...
- By Kimiko Hahni. I am in the middle of “The Fourteen Poems" by Sun Bu-er (“Clear and Calm Free Human”), Taoist and...
- By Kevin YoungThe heart, it hoards— how I know this— The small, strangled shining room Keats lost his life in—and...
- By Sa WhitleyMissus Kathy say, Jon gonna be alright. Miss Leslie say, Jon gonna be alright. Miss Brenda say, Jon gonna be, he alright...
- By Omar SakrI slip into my insolence, sleek as an eel. I have walked so many ways around God I can tell you Holiness...
- By Omar SakrA lover undresses, with permission. Picture the body becoming real. I picture becoming real intimate...
- By Omar SakrI lift him out, whole and perfect. Said told me he would be here, chained by Dante To the eighth circle...
- By Norman Finkelstein# Listen to the children who know their way about the forest and return with stories which the thief...