Photo by Michel Banabila / FlickrDinosaurs
Each day, I drive beneath the shadow
of leviathan bones, concrete muscles
poured over rebar ribcage, fossils
of future freeways. I walk through
the unnatural…
Poetry
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- Illustration courtesy of the author Julius D. Jones is a talented and thought-provoking artist who cares deeply about humanity, justice, and peace. Despite being incarcerated for more than twen…
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- Photo by Natalia Dimitris X (2007) / Flickr… And instead of despair before your own cracked skin instead of drowning in memories of him instead of hopelessness as you face the scorched plain of your f…
- Photo by throgers / FlickrIn what follows, I have created three heteronyms to render Pablo Neruda’s “Oda al actor” into English. They are presented in chronological order by date of birth. Their views…
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- Jewish Museum Berlin / Photo by Davie Dunn / FlickrMommy, mommy repeated Tyre Nichols with his last breaths kicked by the boots of five policemen under his mother’s window in Memphis Plea…
- Photo by Sofya Badkhen“We Live Without Touch” is a found poem. Composed of fourteen English translations of the first two lines of a famous 1933 poem by Osip Mandelstam, it is a timely meditation…
- Photo by Lava Lavanda / UnsplashFirst Language Not sure what to make of the title (titles can be misleading, like Chinatown or Popiół i diament or that blue–white…
- Photo by Lava Lavanda / Unsplash First Language Not sure what to make of the title (titles can be misleading, like Chinatown or Popiół i diament…
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- Photo by Nathan Wright / Unsplash proofs of the living Engraved in the nation of the body That fetters or sets free Unto implacable absence Our lives Will pave Life’s Way. …
- Photo by Chuttersnap / Unsplash List of Totems in the Air A broken wine glass, a Chinese radio, trees looking on undaunted as I grow old, scraps of bitter lemons, a staircase pati…
- A Kyrgyz Soviet tomb / Photo by Evgeni Zotov / Flickr Consider Friend, when you visit cemeteries, don’t be afraid. All the dead are Kyrgyz, and most of them you know. Over here is…
- Photo by Carli Jeen / Unsplash Epistles to the Children I am writing to the copiers, to those who whisper to each other in fear, to those who scratch their loves into the tables.…