Linor Goralik, The Rescue of St. Christopher from the Basement of the Irpin Zoological Preserve by Soldiers of the Ukrainian Military Forces (2022), black cardboard, red, silver, green, and gold...
Linor Goralik, Trinity in Bucha (2022), black cardboard, gold, white, and red paper, black watercolor, black thread, bandage, red acrylic, pen / Courtesy of the artist / linorgoralik.com...
Linor Goralik, The Assumption of the Deserters (2022), black, gold, and red cardboard, paper, black watercolor, red acrylic, colored pencils, pen / Courtesy of the artist / linorgoralik....
a serbian migrant worker steps out
into the white
like the mediterranean sea
like the bitter turkish tobacco-covered russian earth where
no one of his yet lies
like the white tsar’s yatag...
Linor Goralik, The Descent of Christ into Mariupol (2022), black cardboard, gold and red paper, red thread, black watercolor, furniture fittings / Courtesy of the artist / linorgoralik.c...
Photo by Sergey Nikolaev
“Pale blue and a flag inside, can’t see which one . . .”
Pale blue and a flag inside, can’t see which one.
Living people, two, chase a ball. A live o...
Victoria Lomasko, from the graphic reportage A Generational Battle (2021), from the book La última artista soviética (Barcelona: Godall edicions, 2022) / Courtesy of the artist...
Landscape at the Third Stage of Griefby Alexandra Lytton Regalado
I
This year my knees are having a hard kneel. This candle’s fire
has two hard eyes. The...
Vitoria Correia and Nathaniel Tylor in Black and Blues / Jordan Nicks, director of photography / Courtesy of the Flight Agency
Author’s note: “Chasing Light” serves as a companion pi...
At the said-to-be bottomless pond
at the sand pit, the raft we discovered
was a heavy barn door, maybe ten feet
by twelve, halfway in, halfway out
of the water where others had left it,
probably...
Photo by Gavyn Redd
Baay
Baay, sunu baay bi
Baay dundal
Na sa tur sell
Na sa nguur dëgër
Ndax sag dundu am na ñjariñ
Baay dundal yàgg fi te wér
Lo nekk baay Yàllaa nay jàmm
Baay, sunu...
Photo by Paul Domenick / Flickr
This shadowed
morning
you write
thought
and read
the garden
You
readjust
the graded
papers
in your
briefcase
and wait for
the enemies
of knowledge...
Photo by Persis Karim
Shadow and Light was instigated by San Francisco Bay Area poet and activist Beau Beausoleil as part of a recent ancillary project of Al-Mutanabbi Street Starts H...
Oregon Trail Ruts State Historic Site.
On my right metatarsus
you can see the swale caused by wet wagon wheels
coming out of the Big Blue River, heaving
their sodden burdens over the top
o...
In your living room was
a bone-colored piano.
In boredom we pressed
a key.
We even sang.
Do you remember?
You know, just so
something fills your
rented apartment in Buda,
and recovers its mo...
Jorge Tacla, Identidad Oculta 25 (2013), oil and marble powder on canvas, 64 x 78 in. / Copyright by Jorge Tacla
Translator’s note: The title of Carlos Soto-Román’s 11...
Art Courtesy of Mapuche artist Eduardo Rapimán Marín
Ül of Catrileo
Matías Catrileo Quezada was killed at point-blank range on January 3, 2008, in the village of Yeupeco, commune of Vilcún...
A Curse
May you be eaten by Paradise! was Father Kleopa’s
curse on me. Steep was the ground
from his skete to the foot of the hill where I stood.
The curses our people use have always been...
worldlittoday · Ezili Şiir by Cengiz Sinan Çelik
outside the wind gently flips its hair
moving toward the vastness of the blue
in sky-abyss
outside the water in its riverbed
flows i...
Only I never came back
I was not going to be long
—W. S. Merwin
1
I live where Lady Gaga files her taxes
where the police
do as they please
where this paleface multitud...
Tonight she asks for enchiladas, and my sister
suggests pizza. I think they must want to die.
I’m ashamed to feel this. I roll the shade of
blame down the living room wall, screening
their lives f...
The girls who were talking in the corner not long ago
are just now starting to get up
(grabbing jackets from the coatrack)
taking up their umbrellas again and a forgotten wallet
that the tallest...
Anna
1
“Now I know how faces disappear,
how terror nests under eyelids,” wrote Anna,
Anna Akhmatova.
Can you understand such suffering?
While I read her, I lie stiff on the bed.
She, Anna, has...
Photo by Pop & Zebra on Unsplash
In your white vest and blue flip-flops,
you wandered about in the fierce sun,
a can of black paint in your hand.
We read your family history on lamp-post...
Andrew Wyeth, Cranberries (1966), Collotype, 45.7 x 30.5 cm
When I pushed the door
there was no one in the room.
In the background, an open window
and a disquieting afternoon light...