Photo by Paul Domenick / Flickr
This shadowed
morning
you write
thought
and read
the garden
You
readjust
the graded
papers
in your
briefcase
and wait for
the enemies
of knowledge
to arr…
Poetry
Photo by Persis Karim Shadow and Light was instigated by San Francisco Bay Area poet and activist Beau Beausoleil as part of a recent ancillary project of Al-Mutanabbi Street Starts Here (to…
Oregon Trail Ruts State Historic Site. On my right metatarsus you can see the swale caused by wet wagon wheels coming out of the Big Blue River, heaving their sodden burdens over the top of my ar…
In your living room was a bone-colored piano. In boredom we pressed a key. We even sang. Do you remember? You know, just so something fills your rented apartment in Buda, and recovers its mo…
Jorge Tacla, Identidad Oculta 25 (2013), oil and marble powder on canvas, 64 x 78 in. / Copyright by Jorge Tacla Translator’s note: The title of Carlos Soto-Román’s 11 isn…
Art Courtesy of Mapuche artist Eduardo Rapimán Marín Ül of Catrileo Matías Catrileo Quezada was killed at point-blank range on January 3, 2008, in the village of Yeupeco, commune of Vilcún, regio…
A Curse May you be eaten by Paradise! was Father Kleopa’s curse on me. Steep was the ground from his skete to the foot of the hill where I stood. The curses our people use have always been…
worldlittoday · Ezili Şiir by Cengiz Sinan Çelik outside the wind gently flips its hair moving toward the vastness of the blue in sky-abyss outside the water in its riverbed flows i…
Only I never came back I was not going to be long —W. S. Merwin 1 I live where Lady Gaga files her taxes where the police do as they please where this paleface multitud…
Tonight she asks for enchiladas, and my sister suggests pizza. I think they must want to die. I’m ashamed to feel this. I roll the shade of blame down the living room wall, screening their lives f…
The girls who were talking in the corner not long ago are just now starting to get up (grabbing jackets from the coatrack) taking up their umbrellas again and a forgotten wallet that the tallest…
Anna 1 “Now I know how faces disappear, how terror nests under eyelids,” wrote Anna, Anna Akhmatova. Can you understand such suffering? While I read her, I lie stiff on the bed. She, Anna, has…
Photo by Pop & Zebra on Unsplash In your white vest and blue flip-flops, you wandered about in the fierce sun, a can of black paint in your hand. We read your family history on lamp-posts: your…
Andrew Wyeth, Cranberries (1966), Collotype, 45.7 x 30.5 cm When I pushed the door there was no one in the room. In the background, an open window and a disquieting afternoon light falli…
Wassily Kandinsky, Composition #218 (Two Ovals) (1919), Oil on Canvas, 107 × 89 cm, Saint Petersburg, The Russian Museum I glimpsed the oases of childhood with gingerbread houses and matryos…
Workshop of Rembrandt van Rijn, Young Woman at an Open Half-Door (1645), oil on canvas, 102.5 x 85.1 cm, Mr. and Mrs. Martin A. Ryerson Collection, The Art Institute of Chicago / CC0 Public…
Ghislaine Lejard, l’ombre (2020), 6.5 x 7.5 cm, torn paper glued on cardboard / Reproduced by permission of the artist I tame shadows each day I descend further into their world and they d…
“I Have Nothing but Exhaustion the Size of a Forest” after Sirkka Turkka I have nothing but exhaustion the size of my daughter’s pupils, when she brings her face close to my mouth, ex…
Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash The Bread of Letters I Who will blame the trees when they loose their leaves? who will accuse the sea of abandoning shells on the sand? I, mothe…
A detail from Merikokeb Berhanu’s (Ethiopia/US) Untitled LII (2020), acrylic on canvas, 60 x 48 in. / Courtesy of Addis Fine Art When floods rose, the tree branches thinned, carrying nothin…
Merikokeb Berhanu (Ethiopia/US), Untitled LII (2020), acrylic on canvas, 60 x 48 in. / Courtesy of Addis Fine Art From the watchtower, you utter the suburbs I grow up in, ripe for the benef…
A detail from Daniela Yohannes (UK/Guadeloupe), Black Oil (2019), Acrylic on Linen, 116 X 89 cm / Courtesy of Addis Fine Art We pause at the edge of the river listen to its rhythms languid…
Photo by Terry Kearney / Flickr There should have been roses . . . Instead, I clutched red and white carnations my aunt bought from a street vendor outside the courthouse. I should have…
Daniela Yohannes (UK/Guadeloupe), Black Oil (2019), Acrylic on Linen, 116 X 89 CM / Courtesy of Addis Fine Art What we do not say to each other bites speech into ultimatums a guillotine ch…
A detail from Dereje Demissie (Ethiopia), Psychscape (2009) In Krio, there is a word with Atlantic Ocean spray still swirling in its gut: Freeborn. I heard this word often after dinner was…
