By Kimiko Hahn
The sky is a sickly
smell, even a crow
cannot fly and will
land to nestle
and breed in
twigs and plastics…
smell, even a crow
cannot fly and will
land to nestle
and breed in
twigs and plastics…
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- By Tarik DobbsThe leaders gather
around to choreograph
every desert bloom.
Another annexation,
another standing settler… - By Anne Halsey1. Recent death of mother, keeps house for old father.No treatment; friends and amusement.2. Shock…
- 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 Anne HalseyA professional woman
twenty-seven years old
is a state of mind.
Three or four years’
preparation for self… - By Shireen MadonYou stood beside our god, you anointed a human king, and yet you are forever
rendered the shortest of… - By Sharon Lin, Tanaya Winder & Jameson FitzpatrickArrival of boats from faraway
headlines, newspaper stands selling
packet gum, candy bars, cigars. Ships… - By Darius Simpsondo you remember in fifth grade
when i was all of eighty pounds
soaking wet and fully clothed
i told you… - By Shann RayI .
seated at a table for two inside Caffè Florian Venice
in the room of illustrious men
what are we but… - By Elana BellOnce in a village that is burning
because a village is always somewhere burning And if you do not look… - By Alvin PangRightsized for the mi
lieu, sensorily super
human (and who’s to say how else). Leapt lengths
in single … - By John BurnsideNothing is adapted to the fret
of LED and blockwork, snow-drift gusted
Over ice into
the hayricks, scraps… - By Shastra Deofor a snootful of roots, fallen fruits, and the carrion
of a cream-coloured marten. She scuffs a four… - By Rita DoveYou prefer me invisible, no more than
a crisp salute far away from
your silks and firewood and woolens… - By Robin BlaserA lion padded down the sidewalk toward him, shedding
light. He knew he began then to talk–loud enough… - By Ruth FainlightIt makes me glad to watch a fox
cross the road as I drive at night
through the city after a party.
I admire… - By Umberto SabaMan, your misfortune’s bottomless.
You’re too much and too little. You survey
with envy (though you think… - By Pierre JorisIt wasn’t even around Pentecost
and nothing was flowering
but it was an overheated day
… - By Kira Alexis TuckerThese days, the plants are overtaking the plants,
abandoned factory packing centers overgrown
with … - By Malika Bookeri.
But Noah found grace in the eyes of the lord
and thus formed the habit of my non-naming,
there …