Photo: Ria Alfana/Unsplash A Conversation from Far, Far Away *No linedear friendconnects here, where I am,with where you are.Isn’t it strange that I’m talking to you?The question you hande…
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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…
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…
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…
Photo: Skitterphoto/PixabayOutside the Special Instrument Factory, protesters rally against war, corruption, and the latest in protective head gear: the Ex-Box.Procrustes-1 was the m…
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…
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…
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…
[1]feichi lali mülen ñi nontual katrütuleufün feichi lali mülen ñi nontual katrütuleufünchem trewa ngiyulaenew, nielan trewatrongli trewa nümüal…
Photo: Katherine Dewey HillThis story begins with three @ handles and ends with two.With a single hashtag, repeated insistently like a mantra: #m…
Satiro della Valle, Capitoline Museums, RomeЭти бездонные ночи в июлеЭти бездонные ночи в июле, О!Ты вопрошаешь: — Меня обманули?…
Gaza City. Photo: Getty / AFP photo / Mahmud Hams History moves darkly and we are small, soft things. …
Photo by Jordan Whitt/UnsplashU k’a’ajsaj a tuukulKin k’áatiktuntimbáe’Bix a máan a ta’ak a wichtu bo’oy táanxel t’aanilKa’ a wa’al ma’atan a na’atik u t’aan Yum Iik’. A yuume’tu yu’ubaj a tsikba…
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 o…
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 daheim,…
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, fire,…- [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.I…
Photo by Brent Pearson/FlickrNegative SpaceII 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 for n…
Photo by Alberto VarelaBio How unlike a dead fish a live fish is – Maxine Hong KingstonKiedy byłam rybąKosmos jak zawsz…
The author reading at the Gogol House Museum in Moscow, February 2014. Photo © Anna Dikareva.Listen to videotaped recordings of both Russian originals in the following clip (4:00-10:05).…
Swallows. Photo by Kenneth Cole Schneider/FlickrThe SwallowsG. Mend-Ooyo Returning from afar, swallows in flocksEmbrace the tales of the gentle, tranquil steppe.The waters of ete…
Photo by Katerina Cheiladaki Translator’s note: Arvanitika, or Arberishte as it is called in the Corinthian mountain villages, is one of the many languages in the world…
Photo by Marjan Lazarevski Jesucristo’is Ja’ Ñäjktyäj’ya Äj’ Tzumama’is Kyionuksku’yÄj’ tzumama’is ja’ myuspäkä’ kastiya’orenatzu’ jyambä’ä ngyomis’kyionukskutyamnatzu’ xaä’ tumä nabdzu’jya…
How tenderly the stream flowsamong the numberless blossomswhose heads dip and weavein the tepid east wind, how warmthe insect tune, and multitudethe ripe green grasses, rank on rankthrough which…
