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…
Poetry
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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… -
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… -
Author note: These poems are part of a longer sequence that Golan and I collaborated on for my new collection, Footnotes in the Order of Disappearance. All the poems are bas… -
God Is BurningThrough an open wound in God’s left side,springtime enters into the world,sticky, green, with a taste of iron.That’s not the wound I hurt from.There’s a dull pain… -
Photo: Daniel Simon[1] this oursthat it be a unionof scissors: cutthe hair, the hems,the cord thatfeeds me worry withevery bite, mysecret familyline. Cut itas if it w… -
[1]Winter, I have to wake up.The day enters the room. With the leavings of yesterday. The first things that reach my ears, fragments of conversati… -
Photo: Daniel SimonEgretThe bird was just searchingfor food not metaphors –or taking rest from a day’s flightIt was dusk after all and its ancestorswho might have crossed the MiddlePassage, crossed th… -
Satiro della Valle, Capitoline Museums, RomeЭти бездонные ночи в июлеЭти бездонные ночи в июле, О!Ты вопрошаешь: — Меня обманули?… -
Anila Quayyum Agha, Alahambra Nights (2016), acrylic and halogen bulb, 30” x 27” x 30” / Courtesy of the artistQasida of the Bridge of TeacupsThe soul cleaves into two somewhere alo… -
Photo: Tanya Hart Go TheeAnd the way you gathered up your excess soulbefore it spilled to the floor.At the end of the Hebrew-Yiddish-English poetry readingand you went to eat shawarma… -
Photo: Andreas Manessinger/FlickrOld friend, when we meet, we will meetas two shelves of wings and many harsh years, as one imagination that won’t exchange toasts:there’s no one to stomp the grap… -
Gaza City. Photo: Getty / AFP photo / Mahmud Hams History moves darkly and we are small, soft things. … -
The abandoned British Residency in Hyderabad, India. Photo: Kishore NagarigariAuthor’s note: After my mother’s death, I struggled with the meaning of legacy. Mother Load… -
Photo: Claude Valette EvolutionI was once a Paleolithic painter, a sensual hunterplundering the earth, living from hand to mouth.I painted at the cave’s corner, concerned o… -
Photo by Zsolt Andrasi/FlickrGlints of the tram. The nondescript housesdream numb underwater dreams. Faces aretransparent bubbles popping off from the windowswhere water used to break through. The ped… -
Photo by Todd Slagter/Flickr A BridgeBehind us a sea-cliff, landfall, ahead the wind,tar-smoke, the sea, a carrick.We sway on a bridge between themabove a great shattering. We have leftthe verge,… -
Photo: US Army IMCOMBodyFor Hassan Rabeh, young dancer displaced from Syria, who killed himself by jumping from a seventh-floor balcony in Beirut, Wednesday, June 22, 2016& perhaps you fl…