By Shireen Madon
It’s as though the birds all know each other, and how naively
they seem to believe the world will go…
they seem to believe the world will go…
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- By Reed TurchiDeltaic deposits deepen hues—
not green, but that green,
not blue, but that blue—
In the small museum,
a… - By Raymond AntrobusMy phone memory is full
of canvases I have cried in front of—
circles, holes—
Shadows on water.
___… - 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 Rainer Maria RilkeWe cannot know his legendary head
with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso
is still suffused with… - By Ama CodjoeWhat if, Betye, instead of a rifle or hand
grenade—I mean, what if after
the loaded gun that takes two… - By Nick Makohai. samo© as an alternative to blah ... blahblahblah. blahzooey ... bblahblah quasi-blah ... etc.
(in… - By Nick MakohaSAMO© first appears as a tag on a New York
City wall in 1978 two blocks down from Aswad
bookstore… - By Harryette MullenWhen we come together, what shapes
the space around, defines the ground between us?
Which hand sketches… - By Kwame Dawesthe wounds of a walk foot man ii
On a flight from perpetually clogged and flatly bright LA
to the proudly… - By Cyrus CassellsThat was the season I couldn’t think or write indoors,
the garrulous springtime every strophe,
every… - By Jodie HollanderThings are growing strange these days,
like Van Gogh’s yellow trees. Oh, do not
be surprised by these… - By S.J. Fowler & Rebecca KamenSIR, the 28 spheres of Kamen’s harmony
Susceptible, inferred, immense, actual - the electron microscopy… - By Maurya SimonDelirium in the downtown mall today:
Burt Reynolds! All the henna-haired girls
sneer, while their mothers… - By D. A. PowellFirstly to confess lack of nearly all perspective.
Eye sees things at the ends of stalks of the mind… - By Tea GerbezaI dip my paper strip in colours of scoliosis, white
my spine, mounted snow-covered
heart fields in … - By Kevin Youngnight watch
You can fall in love
in a museum, but only
with the art
or its silence—or the stranger… - By Richie HofmannMy sweat soaked the sheets.
You used to be like everyone else
but then
the way you hurt me (fingers… - By Genevieve ArlieThe geometer wishes he were David
cut from stone by lightning, his mind
gyring wide into figures of…