POETRY

  • The abandoned British Residency in Hyderabad, India. Photo: Kishore Nagarigari
    The abandoned British Residency in Hyderabad, India. Photo: Kishore Nagarigari Author’s note: After my mother’s death, I struggled with the meaning of legacy. Mother Load,...
  • Photo: Claude Valette
       By Hagit Grossman
    Photo: Claude Valette    Evolution I was once a Paleolithic painter, a sensual hunterplundering the earth, living from hand to mouth.I painted at the cave’s corner, concerned only...
  • a tram in Hungary creates a streak of blue lights at night
       By Gábor Schein
    Photo by Zsolt Andrasi/Flickr Glints of the tram. The nondescript housesdream numb underwater dreams. Faces aretransparent bubbles popping off from the windowswhere water used to break through. The...
  • Carrick-a-Rede rope bridge.
       By Carolyn Forché
    Photo by Todd Slagter/Flickr   A Bridge Behind 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,...
  • Swirl
    Photo: US Army IMCOM Body For Hassan Rabeh, young dancer displaced from Syria, who killed himself by jumping from a seventh-floor balcony in Beirut, Wednesday, June 22, 2016 & perhaps y...
  • Green train passing platform outside
    Photo: Train Photos/Flickr A Swap  At the market bus stopI’m waiting with a man in ragged clothes,unshaven, his hair greasy,swinging his hand holding a big plastic bagwith “The Big Shopper” written...
  • Salmon colored cloth on a clothesline
       By Diti Ronen
    Photo by Kai C. Schwarzer/Flickr On recent nights   בַּלֵּילוֹת הָאַחֲרוֹנִיםאֲנִי מְחַפֶּשֶׂת אֶת הַבַּיִת שֶׁלִּינָעָה אַחֲרָיו בִּשְׁבִילֵי הַיְקוּםאַרְבָּעִים שְׁנוֹת מִדְבָּרמְגַשֶּׁשֶׁת בְּיָ...
  • Open book on a bed. Photo by Steve Petrucelli
       By Zsuzsa Takács
    Open book on a bed. Photo by Steve Petrucelli   9:40 a.m. / Venipuncture  The way they step on one another’s heelsuntil a spindle-legged woman with dyedhair trips in the queue, and all sticktheir ne...
  • Rohith Vemula
       By Meena Alexander
    Fragments of an Inexistent Whole  Inspired by Alison Knowles’s “A House of Dust” 1. Syllables sieved through floating gates, Metal clack of printer  Mortal rendition, Fortra...
  • Photo: visitmelbourne.com
       By Alison Wong
    Photo: visitmelbourne.com                dusk, Summerland Beach, Phillip Island here they come rush of learners jerky gear shifts and no idea about cruise control it’s  a wonder th...
  • Illustration: Amima Rizwan
       By Hera Naguib
    Illustration: Amina Rizwan                        after Tarfia Faizullah Here, by this tide of waste thatribbons black across empty fields,                parched grass a girl gnawsand fill...
  • Photo by Paula Goodale
       By Ana Blandiana
    Photo by Paula Goodale   Thistles and Gods Thistles and gods all withered in the sunLike the blanched remains of temples,Long and slender skeletons,Irrevocable examplesOf the burden of being immorta...
  • Tomasz Różycki
      In a Warm Bed (An Alba) by Tomasz Różycki In a warm bed, the minute just before dawn.A blackbird has woken up and is tracinga figure eight outside the window. Belowthe sound again of unkno...
  • Image courtesy of the International Dunhuang Project
       By Lee Young-Kwang
    Image courtesy of the International Dunhuang Project as if a drunken body carried by handcart placed in a comfortable room, the coffinis now being lowered  sutra engraved on the lidthough t...
  • Photo: Himanshu Nerurkar
    Photo: Himanshu Nerurkar  The Ant Let it go back to the anthill.  If it brushes inattentively against your fingersclimbs themand daydreamsin the furrows of your hand,don’t chase it away or squash it...
  • Willendorf Venus Natural History Museum, Vienna, Austria. © Jorge Royan / http://www.royan.com.ar / CC BY-SA 3.0
    Willendorf Venus Natural History Museum, Vienna, Austria. © Jorge Royan /  commons.wikimedia.org Night is coming on.Pirate flags, family pictures,superhero figuresand the image of Venus de Willendor...
  • Photo by Renate Dodell
    Photo by Renate Dodell These are the closed doors of a hotel hallway. What once were dreams, what life will one day be. She dares to ask. Room 217 looks like a sunny Caribbean isle, like a shipw...
  • Midtown panorama. Photo by Kenneth Dellaquila
       By Amit Majmudar
    Photo by Kenneth Dellaquila   Language Barrier “When you tell them about their own bodies,” My mentor told me, “realize Their anatomy is Greek to them. Their pupils dilate, pulses rise With all t...
  • Photo by Benjamin Jakabek Photography
    Photo by Benjamin Jakabek Photography alone i will live alone in a room with two birds, a cat and three flowers. in the mornings we will wake with blue eyes. in the...
  • Photo by Zvika Melamed
    Photo by Zvika Melamed   Song of the Younger Brother   1 I can think of nothing but the little one, the younger brother. He holds his father’s hand. Peering into the camera, h...
  • 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...

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