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We have been away from Jam Tree Gully –
now, reapproaching the name not on the gate.
Working the categories, the signs, we fear the raiders?
Fifteen minutes in…
Poetry
Photo: Domeckopol/Pixabay 6 His under- wear white Armpits spotless and collar neat From Monday to Monday he is like that because the drainpipe carries off the rest.…
Photo: Bash Fish/Unsplash 1 At what time must the birds lined up in gardens, trees, and cages sing? Look to the law. 2 Let’s appoint the village madman. Chief Justice on the Co…
Photo: Michael Olsen/Unsplash [Carry my metaphor] Carry my metaphor; I touched the sea before waves deceived me. Carry my dream; I saw it all without opening eyes of salt. Carry my soul; I me…
Photo: Kordula Vahle/Pixabay * Granaries as long and winding as the shores from which we look at the lit ocean, behind us the fertile land, rivers coming to this sea, silt behi…
Photo: Foto-Rabe/Pixabay Guide to Bharatanatyam Your smile, shredded into silver shards across panes of mirrors lining studio walls. Tuck your sari, tight. Open your eyes, wid…
Photo: Claus Grünstäudl/UnsplashMaybe it will be like the end of a yearwhen you find yourself alone in a deserted roomlike a statue at the end of a public garden pathfaced with bare autumn after the b…
In the Presence of the Simurg, by Ashur EtwebiHow Can You Recognize a Blue Morning?How can you recognize a blue morning?The sea to his right, the desert to his left.What voices does the morni…
Photo: Ria Alfana/Unsplash A Conversation from Far, Far Away *No linedear friendconnects here, where I am,with where you are.Isn’t it strange that I’m talking to you?The question you handed mehas…
A garden surrounds the memorial to Celia Sánchez in Cuba. Photo: Clara Sanchiz/FlickrBut there we were a small contingentwaiting for Her.A nun showed up first,of course,this being hundreds of yearsla…
Pampas grass on the Han River. Photo: dnlspnk/FlickrWild GeeseAt the northern edge of the Han RiverI saw field-cannons marchdown the snowdrifts of the valley.Wild geese flew low.I woke to see myself…
Photo: Momoko Morita/PixabayThe Earth Shall RemainI’m surethe earth shall remain,if not elsewhere,it shall remain in my bones;as a wood louse lives in the trunk of a tree,as a weevil lives in a seed,t…
Photo: Lizzie/Unsplash Nag-aagaw-dilim Filipino idiom meaning twilight (literally, snatching darkness) Hold the flashlight and I’ll raise my hands, make these…
Photo: Pixabay / David PetersonA Sound Flag: United States of America by Eric EllingsenAuthor’s note: The flag is part of Poetry Jazz: Wax & Gol…
Photo: Pixabay / Kaserei Friends and Enemiesby Cia Rinne(stockhausen’s childhood) the french were our enemiesand…
Photo: Pixabay / Kaz የጸጥታ ወግ በጸጥታ መኃል…. አርምሞ ለሰማ ጸጥታ ወግ አለው…. ሚኒሊክ እንዳለውአሁን እኔና አንተ… አሁን አንተና እኔ ካወራው ሁላ የትኛው ተወዶ… የትኛው ተጠ…
Bradley Phillips, Leontyne Price (1963), oil on canvas, 127.6 x 92.1 cm, National Portrait Gallery, Smithsonian Institution, gift of Ms. Sayre Sheldon, npg.si.eduWeather Event: Leontyne Price…
Jaz Graf, Between What Was, 2018, toned cyanotype and serigraphy on paper, 25 x 33 in.[Listen to the poem in the original Creole] And the musicians played tunes of madness …
Photo: Hans Braxmeier/PixabayBlue Soca Fugue He thought it would be a good idea to invite Andie.I’ve always loved men who swim in the ink of their ideas.I loved that brown suit of skin he wore.Th…
Shipping containers in Barcelona, Spain. Photo: Rubén Bagüés/UnsplashMerchant ShipsAnd then they are fleetswakes,excessesof ships in the night.Among swells of mistset looseby the mouth of the abyss,a…
Photo: Hans Benn/PixabayDelirica IIYou speak (while walking) psalmsof flame,a luminous design ofchamber music.The forbidden fruit in your traintempts warriors and far-flung mariners.You speak the musi…
Photo: Matt Artz *so many deadtheir eyeballs are filling this vesselgravevesselgravevesselthe earth is a slow firere: counting the dead:I have a strategy in placeI HAVE A STRATEGY IN PLACE *longi…
Photo: Momoko Morita/PixabaySuitabilityThe typhoon has arrived.Wind force 12.It is merciful.From this city,it has taken only one person away,the one with unkempt hair.The one who wanders all day along…
Photo: Andrew Magill/FlickrThe Blind ThreadIf only I were the rubbing of shoulders in crowded places,the sympathetic applause,the neck that turns to change the view and move a life.If only I were the…
A detail of a painting by Salim BarakatTranslator’s note: Salim Barakat’s language is intimidatingly dense and complex, flaunting a vast and daunting vocabulary. His texts posse…
