By Maxine Hong Kingston
I pay.
In dream: Susie’s medical bill.
For real: Moana bar tab.
我付款。
夢中：蘇西的醫療費。
現實：莫阿娜酒吧賬。
Time I write …
In dream: Susie’s medical bill.
For real: Moana bar tab.
我付款。
夢中：蘇西的醫療費。
現實：莫阿娜酒吧賬。
Time I write …
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- By Kimberly Johnsoni
The last time I lost you, I had turned
To salt. The hospice nurses all assured
An easier passing… - By Mag GabbertA teacher once said chaos touches everyone, so that became my refrain.
Did we want to lose all we had… - By Andrew FrisardiPRIMEAt dawn, the shapes of cypresses in fog
Were fingers pointing up from graves, as if what's born… - By Karl KnightsThe zoo is tough terrain; hilly.
I wheel as fast as I can —
then Mum shouts ‘Keep up!’
I stop. ‘Hand me… - By William Butler YeatsA sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark… - By Sri ChinmoyUltimately everything
Becomes boring.
Even great miracles
Become boring.
Even the tremendous powers of… - By Cole Swensena river slips
in shifting leaves
sifting. a river sifts
and falls to pieces
in which not seen
(this … - By Jos Charlesits a secrete
the grls speeching mye hole /
inn 2 the lindens … - By Rajiv MohabirLook at your feet, so beautiful. Do
not step on the ground, filth will smear them;
your future will… - By Federico García Lorca1.
La cogida y la muerte
A las cinco de la tarde.
Eran las cinco en punto de la tarde.
Un niño trajo… - By BazeedIn the hiding
hour of autophagy
ghosts hang out all day and talk to us.
An archival haunting demanding… - By Hari AlluriWhere are you now? Must we say farewell tonight? So many of us wonder.
God sobs in my arms, a wounded… - By Ruth AwadDays of rain. The drey outside my window would keel
and the wind would plunder. My heart was valent
… - By David TaitA week of autumn snow, and today the sun,
the buildings fizzy with melting, the beggar
draping his sheets… - By James K. BaxterThe wish to climb a ladder to the loft
Of God dies hard in us. The angels Jacob saw
Were not himself… - By A. Van JordanLately, my friends ask me, out of love,
have I written about my mother,
who suffers under the storm … - By Kimiko Hahnif there is a river
more beautiful than this
bright as the blood
red edge of the moon if
i can conjure… - By Kimiko HahnBut how could Arthur go,
clutching his tiny lily,
with his eyes shut up so tight
and the roads deep … - By Kimiko HahnLacquer, wood, moss, rock, straw
Lacquer can be black or deep orange. A natsume, both a personal item…