Photo: Pixabay / Kaserei Friends and Enemiesby Cia Rinne(stockhausen’s childhood) the french were our enemiesand…
Poetry
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…
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…-
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…
