By Hannah Lowe
Or call it black shoe or call it china rose—
commonly steeped for cough, bronchitis, fever.
I see her…
commonly steeped for cough, bronchitis, fever.
I see her…
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- By Tarik DobbsRehashing doctrine without closely reading. And what do I mind? Well, those nights I stood in my hall…
- By Reed TurchiDeltaic deposits deepen hues—
not green, but that green,
not blue, but that blue—
In the small museum,
a… - By Reed TurchiOn set break he sips
a long island iced tea
& tells me the house kit
sounds like shit & that
the last time… - By Shireen MadonIt’s as though the birds all know each other, and how naively
they seem to believe the world will go… - By Dean BrowneBrian, I’m still calling you Brian,
it’s raining and Sunday where you gig
now, or it isn’t. I can only… - By Lia PurpuraNo answer but stance,
no solving but moving
sideways, and
showing.
Not finishing
ministering.
Maintenance… - By Raymond AntrobusMy phone memory is full
of canvases I have cried in front of—
circles, holes—
Shadows on water.
___… - By Momtaza MehriWoke up from a long nap and I deserved it.
Stared at the ceiling. Half-dreaming
my dead grandfather’s … - By Thembe Mvulaon the ride home from the fado bar,
uber driver repeats is the music okay?
i glance at the man rated 4… - By Samatar ElmiWho art in Cali.
Programmer by trade.
Thy start-up come,
thy will become
an FTSE 500.
Give us this day our… - By Anthony JosephFor Kamau,
for the furtive sound
of his phonaesthetic exegesis,
for his secret technology
of liquid … - By Monica GunningI pass between lions
guarding what's inside:
bound gems to open,
endless words that sparkle.
I read till… - By Nathanael JonesA shallow depth of field produces flames in a dimmed distance, harlequin patterned jit or juke, footwork…
- By Wen GuRain breaks on black rocks
Stars fall, one by one, on blue stones
A thousand years, ten thousand years… - By Yu JianA glorious day—sunlight on everything
A white rock shines in the Vermont woods
That’s Joe Brainard’s grave… - By Wen Gu黑色的岩石上，雨珠碎裂
青色的岩石上，星星一滴一滴溅落
一千年、一万年，古老的风在唱:
“一万个、一千个，相似的夜晚”
骆驼的背后，有历史的风暴升起
山羊的唇角，留着沙葱花的清香
别问我们祖先们的秘密
闪电已经刻在… - By Yu Jian光辉的一天——太阳照耀着万物
有块白石在佛蒙特州的森林里发光
乔·布雷纳德之墓 美国诗人
1942–1994在世 俄克拉荷马的高中少年啊
戴着副黑框眼镜 谁读过你的诗？
青山下 湖泊安静 鸟在午睡
我记得 睡莲还… - By Kathleen RooneyDo you pronounce it “thuh” or do you pronounce it “thee”? Does thinking about it too hard give you the…
- By Casandra LópezMy phone is learning Tongva. I try—
to type Eeyore and it autocorrects: Eyooshiraaw / our language. /…