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 Elli PaionidouΤο παραμύθι της ζωής σου
το χάραξες χωρίς εξάρσεις στο λείο φλοιό.
Σαν ήλιου κάλεσμα στην αμμουδιά, ο … - By Elli PaionidouWe want your company in peaceful moments
but you drop your cones at dusk
like little stones on hunted … - By Elli PaionidouΣε ϑέλουμε να συντϱοϕεύεις τις στιγμές της γαλήνης
μα εσυ ϱίχνεις πετϱαδάϰια τους ϰαϱπούς σου
στα ϰατσ… - By Elli PaionidouDon’t summon me, don’t summon me.
I can’t withstand your briny call.
The gulls go scudding by, the boat… - By Elli PaionidouΜη με ϰαλείς, μη με ϰαλείς.
Την αλμυϱή σου πϱόσϰληση δεν την αντέχω.
Οι γλάϱοι ϐιάζονται ϰαι το ϰαϱάϐι… - By Kimiko HahnThe sky is a sickly
smell, even a crow
cannot fly and will
land to nestle
and breed in
twigs and plastics… - By Kimiko HahnIf I don’t taste the complicated waves—
if I only see the rolling,
only hear the roiling up
or smell those… - By Kimiko HahnMy favorite months reside in autumn
when the sunset is riddled with crows—
and my wishes swerve to fly… - By Ye Hui (叶辉)扁豆与牵牛花
散发出一阵淡淡的雨水气味
宛如一段关于
未来生活的预言
一只黑嘴鸟停在
谷仓的沉静气息里，而附近
破败寺庙的放生池中
大鱼生出了小鱼
我记得我曾跑向一个庭院
它的石阶上有一束
被扔弃的枯萎的玖瑰
在房里的桌子… - By Rigoberto GonzálezIn love again, I welcome the familiar
high, the dizzying state of detecting
signs around me that the world… - By Kevin PruferAn antique spacesuit with a skeleton inside it.
For many years, it has circled the earth.
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Sometimes… - By Anne HalseyAt her aunt’s house
in Portchester roaming
the Jersey meadows
after flowers, she felt
something pulling
at… - By Shann Rayi . sorrow
is the curved ribcage of a beautiful death,
the elk’s arched bones visible in the morning… - By Shireen MadonIt’s as though the birds all know each other, and how naively
they seem to believe the world will go… - By Rigoberto GonzálezAll insects have them yet the luna moth leaves
its mouth and the memory of hunger behind
with its caterpillar… - By marion eames whiteeven the rocks are dying. now that we’re here
in a cene of our making, time
to hold what’s left. palm … - By Elli PaionidouYou strive to cling on to the baton
of integrity, like some heroic runner.
On the barren hill your sage… - By Ye Hui (叶辉)Lentils and morning glories
Emit a faint smell of rain
Like a prophecy
On life in the days to come
A black… - By Hannah LoweShe smells it in the earth, whenever it rains.
Call it anamu or guine, mal pouri.
I see her boiling the…