Photo: Mike Charest/FlickrThat slick envelope of developed film is tumbled in a storage closet next to old seating charts and a stale granola bar in foil.In one of the frames,…
Poetry
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Photo: George MogaNo.Nothing.Nothing on a really tall chair; a chair with very long legs; up to the sky, which was empty. And down fell fragrance; fragrance of flowers, although there were no fl…
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December 5th 2016 / No Spiritual Surrender by Zoë Marieh Urness (zoeurnessphoto.com), taken at the Standing Rock Indian Reservation, North Dakotathere are persons who delight in human sufferi…
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“Vets Stream into Standing Rock.” Photo: Joe Brusky/Flickrfor Zhooniyah Ogitchida, with gratitudeHe walked to the frontline in his Army combat shirt.On it, his sergeant badge, name tape, US A…
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Anila Quayyum Agha, Alahambra Nights (2016), acrylic and halogen bulb, 30” x 27” x 30” / Courtesy of the artistQasida of the Bridge of TeacupsThe soul cleaves into two somewhere alo…
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Photo: Tanya Hart Go TheeAnd the way you gathered up your excess soulbefore it spilled to the floor.At the end of the Hebrew-Yiddish-English poetry readingand you went to eat shawarma…
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Photo: Andreas Manessinger/FlickrOld friend, when we meet, we will meetas two shelves of wings and many harsh years, as one imagination that won’t exchange toasts:there’s no one to stomp the grap…
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Photo: Susanna HsingRhythmLucretius’s atomic rain falls graduallyabove daily congestion, wetting my earlobes with noise.I’ve swallowed the good parts of several dropssleepy dissonance.On one…
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Gaza City. Photo: Getty / AFP photo / Mahmud Hams History moves darkly and we are small, soft things. …
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Photo: Claude Valette EvolutionI was once a Paleolithic painter, a sensual hunterplundering the earth, living from hand to mouth.I painted at the cave’s corner, concerned o…
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Photo by Zsolt Andrasi/FlickrGlints of the tram. The nondescript housesdream numb underwater dreams. Faces aretransparent bubbles popping off from the windowswhere water used to break through. The ped…
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Photo by Todd Slagter/Flickr A BridgeBehind us a sea-cliff, landfall, ahead the wind,tar-smoke, the sea, a carrick.We sway on a bridge between themabove a great shattering. We have leftthe verge,…
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Photo: US Army IMCOMBodyFor Hassan Rabeh, young dancer displaced from Syria, who killed himself by jumping from a seventh-floor balcony in Beirut, Wednesday, June 22, 2016& perhaps you fl…
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Photo: Train Photos/FlickrA Swap At the market bus stopI’m waiting with a man in ragged clothes,unshaven, his hair greasy,swinging his hand holding a big plastic bagwith “The Big Shopper” written…
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Photo by Kai C. Schwarzer/FlickrOn recent nights בַּלֵּילוֹת הָאַחֲרוֹנִיםאֲנִי מְחַפֶּשֶׂת אֶת הַבַּיִת שֶׁלִּינָעָה אַחֲרָיו בִּשְׁבִילֵי הַיְקוּםאַרְבָּעִים שְׁנוֹת מִדְבָּרמְגַשֶּׁשֶׁת ב…
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Open book on a bed. Photo by Steve Petrucelli 9:40 a.m. / Venipuncture The way they step on one another’s heelsuntil a spindle-legged woman with dyedhair trips in the queue, and all stickthe…
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Fragments of an Inexistent Whole Inspired by Alison Knowles’s “A House of Dust”1.Syllables sieved through floating gates, Metal clack of printer Mortal renditi…
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Photo: visitmelbourne.com dusk, Summerland Beach, Phillip Islandhere they come rush of learners jerky gear shifts and no id…
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Illustration: Amina Rizwan after Tarfia FaizullahHere, by this tide of waste thatribbons black across empty f…
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A collage of two images by Alex Majoli, created by Daria Birang. Courtesy of Cherry Trees Gallery (Megève, France).To honor Mabanckou on the occasion of his visit to the University of Okl…
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A stream in Pico de Orizaba, Veracruz. Photo by Anwar Vazquez/Flickrxxxviii Then they landed in large pastures, light aircraftsof gringo registrationfr…
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Photo by Julian Böck/Unsplash(Heavy Water #74: going down)i.the version of my father’s brother’s drowning i was raised on and preferis the one in which his frie…
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Kathy Vargas (b. 1950, San Antonio), Oración: Valentine’s Day / Day of the Dead [Hand], ca. 1989–90, gelatin silver print with hand-coloring, 24x20 in.You must know, Lord, who was Ga…
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The instrument did not choose this ceremony.My mother offered me five strings, nounswithout a grammar.I left my mother’s emptiness, to embrace my own.Whose darkness sits in the north,if no one can sin…
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Photo by Jordan Whitt/UnsplashU k’a’ajsaj a tuukulKin k’áatiktuntimbáe’Bix a máan a ta’ak a wichtu bo’oy táanxel t’aanilKa’ a wa’al ma’atan a na’atik u t’aan Yum Iik’. A yuume’tu yu’ubaj a tsikba…

