Veils, by Maia Cruz Palileo Here lies Macario “Mac-Attack” Dacanay, 53, who went into cardiac arrest after winning the chicharrón-eating contest. Don’t blame the pig.Here lies Prudencio…
Poetry
illustration: francis estrada [Number1Dream]A wall diademed with broken glass can tear the skinof anyone who dares to scale the wallHot box for a house, a tinderbox of elect…
Moonrise After Adams, 2016, oil, acrylic, interior design magazines, nature calendars, Pioneer Supermarket bags, plastic tablecloth, linoleum, and gift wrap on wood, by Camille HoffmanThe…
photo: chezbeate/pixabayOur dream paths crossand come to nothingburied in heretic fogImpenetrable silenceburns in your eyesEven speakingyou st…
photo : randi wardThe first time I saw Aleksandur Kristiansen in personWas at the dance hall in the Tórshavn TheatreAt the time I was convinced that poets were some sort of demigodsThat maybe they too…
photo: nathalie jolie/unsplashTwo Small PomegranatesIf you want a garden to grow lookinside a pomegranate look long look deepat the core there’s a school and a blue girlthey’re a gard…
photo: hayley maddenThe Aunt vanished one autumn. Left the house,the children, the Uncle with his twitching beard.If I wanted her, I searched in photographs:the Aunt, sublime in a Pucci wedding…
photo: pixabayDastgahA wandering musician from afararrives on foot, dusty with the journey,and quietly performs while strollingthe strange city, steps lightly alonethrough crowded baz…
above Liu Xia prepared her goodbye for her husband, Nobel Prize winner Liu Xiaobo (1955–2017), in a poem and a series of photographs titled The Lonely Planets (courtesy of the…
[untitled]Vacations in the ice, the London Manifestotransformed into a heap of stupiditiesan ultimatum for the scum, the day moon.Inertia: from theclean shoreto the dirty sho…
Photo by Eleni Kefalafor G. D. It was much easier to tell why it was called the golden grotto than to get into it. . . . It appears to have been used as a cemetery, for rows of tombs ha…
Author note: These poems are part of a longer sequence that Golan and I collaborated on for my new collection, Footnotes in the Order of Disappearance. All the poems are bas…
God Is BurningThrough an open wound in God’s left side,springtime enters into the world,sticky, green, with a taste of iron.That’s not the wound I hurt from.There’s a dull pain…
[untitled]Dear Lombard fog maternal densesix in the morning, winter,espresso machines are steamingin the first bars to open in the square.The city of gravestones is quiet, each has a name:under the sa…
[1]feichi lali mülen ñi nontual katrütuleufün feichi lali mülen ñi nontual katrütuleufünchem trewa ngiyulaenew, nielan trewatrongli trewa nümüal…
Who are these people marching at noontide?Why do we hear these beating drums?What are the pigeons looking for on fluttering banners?What are the scattered words that stain the air?Sweat soaks the squa…
Photo: Daniel Simon[1] this oursthat it be a unionof scissors: cutthe hair, the hems,the cord thatfeeds me worry withevery bite, mysecret familyline. Cut itas if it w…
From Yousef Khanfar’s project Humanity at Large, in cooperation with the United Nations. Khanfar writes, “These photos are impressionistic images that show human beings as islands within the…
Giorgio de Chirico (1888–1978), Mystery and Melancholy of a Street, 1914, oil on canvas, 69 x 85 cm, private collectionMy village sits on a circular platform. The gate of every house faces to…
There’ll be no more mother. We’ll have to live nowWith the looks on the faces of our friends,And half-open windows, and lamps that go onBy themselves, and an egg standing on a plate. Last night…-
Sam Roxas-Chua 姚, Pilgrim, 27 x 51 in., sumi-e and squid ink. www.samroxaschua.comStill of our world, dear father, in your graveOr at my winter window, looking hardInto a life you never knew…
The 200,000 lights in the Mémorial des Martyrs de la Déportation in Paris represent the number of deportees sent from France to Nazi concentration camps. Photo by Zak / Flickr Martyrs of the Depo…
Photo by C.P. Ewing / Flickr "The sky has never seen such a moon” The sky has never seen such a moon, not even in its dreams,No water could ever extinguish the fire of its light,Look at my b…
Valery's "cemetery by the sea," Sète, France / Photo by Mathieu / FlickrAn Encouragementby Yoo An-Jin“The wind is rising!We must try to live!”So said Paul Valéry.How shall I adopt that Frenchman’s lea…
For more, read Daniel Simon’s interview with Ted Kooser, “Starving for Order.”The ConstellationI was on my way home from a party,ten-thirty, a dark winter night, no stars,a few snowflakes driftin…
