By Malcolm Tariq
In church
we said Satan, get thee behind
and I always laughed. A demon child
with a twisted mouth,
we said Satan, get thee behind
and I always laughed. A demon child
with a twisted mouth,
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- By Emily DickinsonI'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you - Nobody - too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Dont tell! they'd banish… - By D. H. LawrenceThe Last Lesson
When will the bell ring, and end this weariness?
How long have they tugged the leash… - By Ellen BassWhat if you knew you'd be the last
to touch someone?
If you were taking tickets, for example,
at the theater… - By T.S. LeonardDon’t. The past is overcrowded with the future
closer than you think. You blink, that’s one
eon; a yawn… - By Miguel A. VegaIf, even now, I am excited about it: every cow & horse,
every canoe on the surface of Pyramid Lake—…
- By Trina DasThe first time you get sick and your mom
isn’t there to
force-feed you chicken soup and massage
warm… - By Li-Young LeeI can hear in your voice
you were born in one country
and will die in another, and where you live is where… - By C. S. GiscombeI was a woman in a prison camp, my job
was to work in the yard. I walked away,
drifted north, like I do, and came to Canada; but by then I was
a man dressed in a long soviet coat, wool with... - By Imtiaz DharkerAt last I’m taking off this coat,
this black coat of a country
that I swore for years was mine,
that I wore more out of habit
than design.
Born... - By Sharon OldsBut I love the I, steel I-beam
that my father sold. They poured the pig iron
into the mold, and it fed out slowly,
a bending jelly in the bath, and it hardened,
Bessemer, blister, crucible, alloy, and he
marketed it, and bought bourbon, and... - By Anders Carlson-WeeI know you’re hungry for it.
More money. More news. Desperate
for any laurel that parades you
as happier… - By SapphoTranslated By Anne CarsonI don't know what to do two states of mind in me
- By Russell AtkinsThe probability in the yard:
The rodent keeps the cat close by;
The cat would sharp at the bird;
The… - By Charles ReznikoffThe Jewess, Hadassah, takes the name of the moon-goddess, Esther;
her kinsman, Mordecai, whatever his… - By Kemi AlabiI used to pray to a man-faced god.
Kept his whip beneath my bed.
Set alarms for daybreak lashings.
Pressed white cotton to the flay.
Made flags of the bloodsoak.
Raised them from my window.
Called this worship.
Dreamt heaven a jury small as a county
where nobody... - By Tilsa OttaUn club nocturno no hace un verano
Mas creo en el perreo
Eterno recreo
En la agitación de la masa crítica… - By Tilsa OttaTranslated By Farid MatukA nightclub doesn’t make a summer
I believe more in perreo
Play everlasting
In the agitation of a critical… - By Lev RubinsteinTranslated By Philip Metres & Tatiana Tulchinsky1
Here, everything begins.
Everything begins here.
However, let’s go farther.
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Here, no one will ask who… - By Jorie GrahamThe blades like irises turning very fast to see you completely—steel-blue then red where the cut occurs…