Dispersal
Oak crickets dedicate their shrilling to the stars: tireless desire pitched into the jeweled universe with the most power a chorus of cells can muster.
Such surges are rooted at…
Poetry
- Inventing Peace I make this room a country of peace. Within these walls, I am the harmony of an individual with no nationalism, claims or agenda, no chorus of discord, no borders but redwood wai…
- 1that red wasn't forever-redthey never taught us to tell colors apart –those that were real from those that were not the ship was sailing, the cargo launched,goblins recited a sonnet by heart –rowing…
- The city as though laid out in my palmAnd I passed through all my old hauntsI took off easily in youthThoughts hung in a beat of easy doubt Like shades of Aladdin's would-be uncleRun in four direction…
- I want to tell you simple truths,Reveal important things to you.Always open doors, step into elevators,Go upstairs, move down corridors.Always get into cars, start the engine,And if it's winter, wait…
- four Canadians have saved the world from genetic catastropheone Armenian has invented a new form of rocket fueland medicine to cure cancerone Russian sacrificed himselfunplugged a reactor and saved th…
- to V. L. Where were you led by the keyword searchfor your own name, following the links,you suddenly find yourself twenty years laterin an apartment without a single book,without bookshelves.Your town…
- why did I keep yelling I'm an electricianI'm no electrician what came over me I gestured at outletscozied up to the circuit box, held the meter close no one is buying it here's my license, look, my ce…
- NB: Karlsson on the Roof and its sequels, the children's books by Astrid Lindgren (best known in the English-speaking world for her Pippi Longstocking), are immensely popular in Russia, where…
The Geese The geese bid farewell to the tundra with heavy-hearted cries. For them it will be very difficult, no, it is not for them to bask under an African sky, it is for them to dream of the North…- Neither tomorrow nor today Poem by Semyon Khanin. Video by Edmunds Jansons. When we run out of jazz Poem by Sergei Timofeyev. Video by Artur Punte and Sergei Timofeyev.
- A poem by Dana Gioia / Spanish translation by José Emilio Pacheco The world does not need words. It articulates itselfin sunlight, leaves, and shadows. The stones on the pathare no less real for lying…
- Mall of the Emirates We don't use the word "exile" anymore,despite meeting in the Mall of the Emirates,that hyperbolic cave, ordering what is expensivepeasant food, while contemplating our prospectson…
