By Sharon Lin
I prefer the way I feel
in the old country
someone tweeted. Timeline of nations
to nations. I mean
something…
in the old country
someone tweeted. Timeline of nations
to nations. I mean
something…
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- By Kevin PruferAn antique spacesuit with a skeleton inside it.
For many years, it has circled the earth.
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Sometimes… - By Kevin PruferThe sprayed cockroach doesn’t know
it’s already dead.
It’ll scratch around
behind the refrigerator
while… - By Sharon LinThe woman claimed she was Chinese at birth. She was not Chinese.I am not Chinese but I look the part…
- By Malika Bookeri.
But Noah found grace in the eyes of the lord
and thus formed the habit of my non-naming,
there … - By Linda HoganFor those who don’t come to the end of this poem,
some harsh and endless wave of ocean
will bring to… - By Marianne ChanAt the playground, my mother hid from me, I couldn’t find her, and I called her name a thousand times…
- By Nii Ayikwei ParkesSome mid days, blank moments in loud
gatherings when I fall from the conversations’
sweetening threads… - By Roger RobinsonUnder the billowing heat of the white
tarpaulin church tent, my mother lowered
her worshipping hands and… - By Keith JarrettI’d bump into them in the hallway at night
when I tiptoed down to fetch apple juice.
Sometimes they would… - 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 Courtney Conradone of twelve, your sisters’ favorite
and nightmare. Your forearm, an interceptor
for knives aimed at … - By Eleni Sikelianos & Courtney StephensDownload the descriptive transcript Asklepius: the god of medicine.
Asklepius had a daughter who was… - By Rigoberto GonzálezThe rain, of course, as it dings
every leaf on the eucalyptus—
what was it doing there, on the US-
Mexico… - By Wen GuRain breaks on black rocks
Stars fall, one by one, on blue stones
A thousand years, ten thousand years… - 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 Asha Futtermanmy hands are still my hands
like my grandfather’s hands
are his hands and they
are on the window
attached… - By Rodney JonesIt was July. I must have been sixteen or seventeen,
And proud to be chosen for a grown man’s work,
Hollowing… - By Danez Smithnow married, i’m in you different, in love
deeper, legally, under god and in front of my mama,
i know … - By Ellen June WrightThe caregiver calls to tell me about mother,
but I know she hasn’t slept. The security videos
of her restless…