Illustration by Karenna Brown
Conversation with a Postman
I get used to loneliness, she says.
Autumn is utterly close; politics distant. The cat’s
a refined soul, but pisses all over the flowers.…
Poetry
Painting by Karenna Brown The day moon sits like a crooked smile just above the horizon, spins in a sky as blue as Mary’s robe and travels to Afghanistan to buy lapis lazuli like the masters of t…
Since the Gutenberg revolution, the democratization of access to books has gradually widened the scope of representation in their pages. With that expansion, grassroots efforts have emphasized empower…
worldlittoday · Anna Frajlich - Prawdziwe (Real Books) Prawdziwe książki A jednak jeszcze czytają prawdziwe książki obracając stronę po stronie w autobusie w metrze…
I’m terrified of my migrant parents, always with their eyes set on flight. Is that how you solve everything, Papá? Are you going to once more do what he tells you, Mamá? I’m more ter…
Linor Goralik, The Rescue of St. Christopher from the Basement of the Irpin Zoological Preserve by Soldiers of the Ukrainian Military Forces (2022), black cardboard, red, silver, green,…
Linor Goralik, Trinity in Bucha (2022), black cardboard, gold, white, and red paper, black watercolor, black thread, bandage, red acrylic, pen / Courtesy of the artist / linorgoralik.com…
Linor Goralik, The Assumption of the Deserters (2022), black, gold, and red cardboard, paper, black watercolor, red acrylic, colored pencils, pen / Courtesy of the artist / linorgoralik.…- a serbian migrant worker steps out into the white like the mediterranean sea like the bitter turkish tobacco-covered russian earth where no one of his yet lies like the white tsar’s ya…
Linor Goralik, The Descent of Christ into Mariupol (2022), black cardboard, gold and red paper, red thread, black watercolor, furniture fittings / Courtesy of the artist / li…
Photo by Sergey Nikolaev “Pale blue and a flag inside, can’t see which one . . .” Pale blue and a flag inside, can’t see which one. Living people, two, chase…
Victoria Lomasko, from the graphic reportage A Generational Battle (2021), from the book La última artista soviética (Barcelona: Godall edicions, 2022) / Courtesy of the artist…
Landscape at the Third Stage of Grief by Alexandra Lytton Regalado I This year my knees are having a hard kneel. This candle’s fire has two hard eyes.…
Vitoria Correia and Nathaniel Tylor in Black and Blues / Jordan Nicks, director of photography / Courtesy of the Flight Agency Author’s note: “Chasing Light” serve…
At the said-to-be bottomless pond at the sand pit, the raft we discovered was a heavy barn door, maybe ten feet by twelve, halfway in, halfway out of the water where others had left it, probabl…
Photo by Gavyn Redd Baay Baay, sunu baay bi Baay dundal Na sa tur sell Na sa nguur dëgër Ndax sag dundu am na ñjariñ Baay dundal yàgg fi te wér Lo nekk baay Yàllaa nay jàmm Baay, sunu…
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 knowledg…
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…
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…
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 m…
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…
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 Vilc…
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 b…
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…
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 multi…
