Ismail Khayat, A Girl, 2015, Sulaimani, 40 x 27, acrylic paint and colored pencils on paperYou in MeOn the shore of the warm seaI standMy heels kiss your shoresI lift my dress to my kneesA wa…
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Photo: Ismail Khayat, A Girl, 2015, Sulaimani, 40 x 27, acrylic paint and colored pencils on paper.AnswerAfter Halabja* suffocated,I wrote a long complaint to GodB…
Ismail Khayat, Sleeping, 2013, Sulaimani, 33 x 33, pencil on paper.SoccerI see Kurdistan as a soccer field, independence as a ball, plump with air. From the beginning of our existen…
Still from Still Tomorrow (2016), dir. Jian Fan, produced by Youku Tudou, Inc.Crossing Half of China to Sleep with YouTo sleep with you or to be slept, what’s the difference if there’s any?Tw…
Photo: Public Domain Pictures/PixabayEmpty TrainsThe mornings departand arrive without you.Empty trains.Your spirit flashes now and thenon the hem of a sky foundering in light.Sentences fog the steep…
The cemetery as seen en route to Landes, Canappeville, Eure, France. Photo by Chantal Bizzini Author’s note: With this somewhat old-fashioned title, I actually intended to talk about the…
for Bud¡Sí, es azul, tiene que ser azul!– José GorostizaI can’t free myself from my boredomalways completing circlesswallowing myselflike the serpentswallows its tail.I’m sc…
photo: Jason Trbovich/flickrPoetry was created to solve family problemsLet me just say:this is why poetry was createdto solve family problems when neededand sometimes to wash the dishes and polish the…
Piburger Lake, Austria. Paul Gilmore/UnsplashTo an ordinary manWho couldn’t care lessAbout disasters befalling him,To some modest happinessThat this man finds in a bar in wintertimeWithout a fight,To…
photo: palon youth/unsplashWe Learned to Pronounce Brooklyn in the Movieswe learned to pronounce brooklyn in the moviesto undress in the backseats of carsto await chance with a roll of the dicewe lear…
Photo: Meriç Dağlı/UnsplashNomenclatures IIThose which we are givenin the brink of sorrow,or joy – or both;those marked on our foreheadsthe curse of a generation,or more,marked on our abdomensbirthmar…
Winter 97, by Maia Cruz PalileoMost nights, he takes his coffee black, rewindsAnd plays the slasher films he’s seen a dozenTimes, smokes packs of menthol cigarettesTo stay awake, and catches…
Burdock Needlepoint, 2017, by Janna Añonuevo Langholz. Diaspora Sonnet 11 In absence of blackbirds I give you a diamond-studded sky. In absence of…
Lacuna (7), 2017 by Sara Jimenez New Patient Intake FormIn the beginning, there was a windowI pried the blinds to make lightof my lossesI fished my hands into and shatte…
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…
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…
