Poetry

  • A simurgh (a monstrous mythical bird with the power of reasoning and speech). From Marvels of Things Created and Miraculous Aspects of Things Existing, by al-Qazwīnī (d. 1283/682). Courtesy of the National Library of Medicine, Islamic Medical Manuscripts collection.
    A simurgh (a monstrous mythical bird with the power of reasoning and speech). From Marvels of Things Created and Miraculous Aspects of Things Existing, by al-Qazwīnī (d. 1283/682). Courtesy...
  •    By Feyziyye
    Photo: Clarissa Bell To the Children of War Mornings, they run from the dark along the length of the seashore.Like an iron sword beaten by a blacksmith, the sun reddensas their feet strike the groun...
  • Dark room.
       By Elnaz Eyvaz
    Photo: Robert S. Donovan   A Man’s Confession This is not simply loneliness. Your absenceis a terrible and bitter thing.Every night when I return, throwopen the front door, leavebehind all other amu...
  • A placid see white clouds and sunset lighting
       By Jale Ismayil
    Photo: Unsplash   We Shall Manage     for Rabiqe, who doesn’t like to read sad poems our teardrops will drywe shall forget even the easiest of rebellions – rebellion against God we shall fo...
  • Bronze statue in Baku’s Fountain Square of a young woman in contemporary attire talking on a mobile phone, erected in 2014.
    Bronze statue in Baku’s Fountain Square of a young woman in contemporary attire talking on a mobile phone, erected in 2014. Photo: Alison Mandaville I have broken a cup There is an ache in every cor...
  • Bird Tracks
    Photo: Stefan Schweihofer I Scatter Bread Crumbs to the Sparrows From my palms spills the joy of sparrows.I call them to the crumbs, Come quickly! and Who will be first?Their frozen bills w...
  • Archipelago. Photo: Kris Williams
    Photo: Kris Williams/Flickr Archipelago The enigma is some other thing – no gods live here Just men and the sea, immovable inheritance.   Undeniable By dowry I received you at birth and I recogniz...
  • Photo: Vincent Brassinne (Flickr.com/vainsang)
       By Kim Hyesoon
    Photo: Vincent Brassinne (Flickr.com/vainsang) Sand Woman A woman was lifted from the sand. She was perfectly intact, not even a split hair. When he left they say she didn’t eat or sleep. She didn...
  • Photo: Flickr.com/limxd
       By Walle Sayer
    Editorial note: The Swabian versions of the following poems are read by the author. The English versions are read by Tegan White-Nesbitt. Abwesenheitsnotiz Aushäusig dahe...
  • Wildflowers
       By Iossif Ventura
    Photo: Public Domain/Pixabay Untitled The wildflowers don’t bloom on command nor can their seeds be sown rebellious winds whirl at dawn winnowing seeds toward the ossuaries of the fields...
  • Crates. Photo by Fiona Baxter/Flickr
    Photo by Fiona Baxter/Flickr i He once sold a portion of himself to a fish packing plant, slipped in the crates of the headless and dressed when all eyes were bl...
  • Jeremy Miranda,  Salt Marsh, 2014, acrylic on panel. Courtesy of the artist.
       By Hedy Habra
    Jeremy Miranda, Salt Marsh, 2014, acrylic on panel. Courtesy of the artist. How Much of Yourself Remains Within the Walls of a Home? after Jeremy Miranda’s Salt Marsh (2014)...
  • Photo by Ryan Godfrey
       By Mei-Tal Nadler
    Photo by Ryan Godfrey X Days After the Amnesia Epidemic We set out on this road knowing we would discover nothing amazing. We didn’t expect to find a new route to Mercury, we didn’t imagine we wou...
  • Antoni Tàpies, Porta metàl·lica i violí, 1956, 200 x 150 x 13 cm.
    Antoni Tàpies, Porta metàl·lica i violí, 1956, 200 x 150 x 13 cm. Back then I learned that the painter’sgesture contains both the movement of the planetand the blade of grass on the mountai...
  • Portrait of Wally Neuzil
       By Zsuzsa Takács
    Egon Schiele, Portrait of Wally Neuzil, 1912, oil on wood (32 x 39.8 cm). © 2015 Leopold Museum, Wien, Austria. www.leopoldmuseum.org/en/leopoldcollection/masterpieces/33 On Vision Wall...
  • Gun illustration. Photo by Andrew Toskin.
       By Joshua Bennett
    Photo by Andrew Toskin    Still Life with Toy Gun for Tamir Rice and John Crawford III after the after-party empties both of its fists the seven of us gather like a murderof crows to loose...
  • Adam and Eve, by Gail Caulfield, Villa Montalvo (Italy)
       By Frank Paino
    Adam and Eve,by Gail Caulfield, Villa Montalvo (Italy) Genesis 2: 18–22 After a while, the glitter began to fade, the way a bright star, regarded full-...
  • Tahel Frosh. Photo by Alon Porat
       By Tahel Frosh
    Tahel Frosh. Photo by Alon Porat הרי ספרד אֲנִי כּוֹתֶבֶת אֶת מַה שֶּׁלֹּא יִתָּכֵן כִּי יֵשׁ מִי שֶׁמְּדַבְּרִים עַל כֶּסֶף בְּאִינְטִימִיוּת מִי שֶׁמַּעֲבִירִים בִּזְרָמִים חוּשָׁנִיִּים כֶּסֶף שֶ...
  • Sapling
    Photo by Pink Sherbet Photography All my being is a dark verse that repeats you to the dawn of unfading flowering and growth. I conjured you in my poem with a sigh and grafted you to water, fir...
  • Standing on Earth
       By Mohsen Emadi
    Photo by ~dgies/Flickr Bilingual recordings by the author and Lyn Coffin 9 Death is when the heart does not beat and the clock beats. Love is when the heart beats and the...
  • [Click here to read the lyrics in Farsi.]   The whole of my being is a dark verse of Scripture which in its repeated recitations will take you away to the dawn of eternal buddings and bloomings....
  • Misrak Terefe and friends
       By Misrak Terefe
    Misrak Terefe (far right) with fellow Ethiopian performance poets. This says the meaning of country is sitting in the balance.In order to say, to be able to see,the balance, the leader must...
  • Samsung Square
       By Eric Ellingsen
    For a group of art performances in July 2013 called Wax and Gold organized by the Netsa Art Village, visual artist Mulugeta Gebrekidan presented “Invading Samsung Square” to protest the cor...
  • Niyi Afolabi
       By Niyi Afolabi
                                   for Mia Couto Dream,     Dream,          Dream.Never cease to dream       Dream on, MiaYour beginning A tale of yesterdays     Your today     A tale of future...
  • Red Canyon
    Photo by Brent Pearson/Flickr Negative Space I I was born on a Tuesday in April.I didn’t cry. Not because I was stunned. I wasn’t even mad.I was the lucky egg, trained for gratitudeinside the belly...

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