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The Rewilding
By Meredith Stricker
in the DMZ ravines north of the Kaesong wastes edging
south of the perfect ruler’s pink and prisoned paradisethere is a climate paying no attention to us where cranes
repopulate serpentine deltas
You Broke My Heart
By Meredith Stricker
I was thinking of some of the messages Rilke will never receive: — dentist called abt your appt tomorrow…
Sagesse “16”
By H.D.
O, do not bring snow-water
but fresh snow;
I would be bathed with stars,

new fallen from heaven,
one with…
Sagesse “10”
By H.D.
Or is it a great tide that covers the rock-pool
so that it and the rock are indistinguishable

from the…
Penggaris Desember
Translated By Daniel Owen
Desember adalah penggaris yang lurus, lurus sekali,
dan putus dalam kelurusannya. Putus yang
tersembunyi dalam patahannya sendiri, putus yang
melihat kesunyian dari patahannya sendiri.

Dan angin, dan yang mengerang di bawah penggaris,
dan berkata, dan besok—Januari—Januari—akan
datang melalui jalur yang lalu. Jalur dengan bau
rempah-rempah, gula, kopi,...
December’s Ruler
Translated By Daniel Owen
December is a straight ruler, very straight,
and broken in its straightness. A break
hidden in its fracture, a break that
sees silence from its fracture.

And wind, and what groans below a ruler,
and speaking, and tomorrow—January—January—will
come along a past path. A path that...
Characteristics of Life
By Camille T. Dungy
Ask me if I speak for the snail and I will tell you
I speak for the snail.
speak of underneathedness
and the welcome of mosses,
of life that springs up,
little lives that pull back and wait for a moment.
The Pleasures of Melancholy
By Thomas Warton the younger
Beneath yon ruin'd abbey's moss-grown pilesOft let me sit, at twilight hour of eve,Where thro' some …
If You Would Understand What Happened on the Road to Damascus
By Zach Czaia
Open your mouth. Your tongue,
put it out. Let it wait.
Let it wait till it is
dry and cool. Let it wait…
Pencil Letter
By Irina Ratushinskaya
I know it won't be received
Or sent. The page will be
In shreds as soon as I have scribbled it.
Later. …
I'm Nobody! Who are you?
By Emily Dickinson
I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you - Nobody - too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Dont tell! they'd banish…
We should not mind so small a flower
By Emily Dickinson
We should not mind so small a flower
Except it quiet bring
Our little garden that we lost
Back to the …
If You Knew
By Ellen Bass
What if you knew you'd be the last
to touch someone?
If you were taking tickets, for example,
at the theater…
Small Essays on Disappearance
By J. Mae Barizo
Morning in the city and the performance
that is Madison Avenue wearing diamond
studs for breakfast, my…
Saint Augustine
By Nick Flynn
Saint Augustine preached humility &
the need to simply be on the ground.
Do you wish to rise? he asked…
Rewind
By Anastasia Taylor-Lind
It’s 9/11 the first time you stay.
In the morning you bring Taliban poems back to bed.
I drink cardamom…
Dispatch from the Edge of the Universe
By Lesley Younge
The first time
I tell someone I’ve thought about
ending it

is right after the first time
someone tells me…
exodus hong kong
By Xiao Yue Shan
1
listen carefully—there is land or there is water,
and a time where
you may mistake one for another.
there…
Restless
By Li-Young Lee
I can hear in your voice
you were born in one country
and will die in another, and where you live is where…
Second Dream
By C. S. Giscombe
I 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...

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