Poetry
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Photo by K. Mitch Hodge / Unsplash Fingertips Can you feel how the tips of my fingers vibrate in a scream? I am a simple woman of autumn, flesh tanned from the end of summer leaves me long... -
Photo by Samuel Scrimshaw / Unsplash [Untitled] We lived on the edge of a poisonous swamp black alligators bathed in it every morning the exhaust tubes clamored and at n... -
Caption We received our Canadian citizenship at the immigration office between Costco and the highway. For the ceremony we were asked to turn off our phones. We raised our right hand. Swo... -
Photo by Barbara Zandoval on Unsplash A Poem for Nitzan I smuggled you across the border, that no hand of those who find joy in their labor might touch you no hand of those dealing in bl... -
Paul Klee, Angelus Novus, 1920, oil transfer and watercolor on paper, 31.8 x 24.2 cm, Israel Museum, Jerusalem Angelus Novus On Friday nights, when the family’s asle... -
Photo by Sean Thomas / Unsplash return oh, that fish could swim through my garden again! Stately as whale sharks, speckled pacifists, or goldfish freed from small glass domes... -
What is the reason for your visit, Embera Wera?1 You’ve walked fourteen hours through the muddy night, you’ve crossed an entire mountain range to see me, even knowing the demon moana la... -
Ebony and ivory / Photo by Blondinrikard Fröberg / Flickr for Lida Berberian I remember when I couldn’t read music; The pile of unfamiliar books lay listless; my hands glided across... -
Photo by Quinn Dombrowski / Flickr Colonists Over there in that urban landscape where two trees are barely distinguishable, decades ago there was a river overwhelming and s... -
Photo: Alonso Sambolín, “Revolution” Juggling Urban Psychosis The cage has turned into a bird and it has flown away my heart has lost its mind – Alejandra Pizarnik We set free bir... -
Caption Improvise walking along the Piedras River, January 25, 2020 improvising by the Río Piedras resume the fibers of my voice years have gone by since I named cli... -
José Ángel Vega Ortiz, Casi-banderas (Almost-flags), 2018, woodcut on paper, 14 x 17 in. Don’t Suicide All the roads lead to you, but be careful with all the bumps o... -
Damaris Cruz, Fuego Camina Conmigo, @damalola / Courtesy of the artist (note for a friend who wants to commit suicide after the hurricane) no one teaches us to accept death because de... -
Photo: Anahi Martinez / Unsplash Then My Daughter Turned to her toys and said the first to realize will be those who watch over the air; those who survive will stay away... -
Photo: Giancarlo Revolledo / Unsplash Limbo One day I placed a rock on top of your name and I said to myself: I’ll go singing all the way home. And I sang like a wild woman... -
Photo by Paul Gilmore / Unsplash The Clock of the Long Now will operate knowing it will lose the correct time, exposed as it will be to imprecise temperatures, stellar and solar alignments, te... -
Photo: jamesjustin / Flickr Open House: Riverside Fujimi Town #103, two rooms with wooden flooring and a small finished basement. A ninety-eight-square-foot basement with no windows, no c... -
Photo: Mila Tovar / Unsplash worldlittoday · Alireza Roshan - Seven Poems from Iran Seeing you off, I waved Loneliness took it as a greeting * Amazing all the breezes waving in your hair... -
Photos: Hawre Khalid THE MORTAR LANDED close, maybe two hundred meters away. Then, I saw only black smoke filling the sky. Till that moment, I had never seen smoke so big. As... -
Salomé by Juana Romani / Musée d'Orsay / Public Domain How often I saw you and felt surprised to be looking at you. Feeling the temptation to spy on you and the desire to love wha... -
Photo: Glenn Ruben Berg / Unsplash [draw your strength] draw your strength from the lifeless leaf break all bonds until you can tie your fate to the baobab trunk don’t hold within yourself... -
East Sands at low tide. Photos provided by Eleni Kefala. worldlittoday · Eleni Kefala - “The Coastal Path” (Greek) for Colin McEwan I heard the news a few days ago we hadn’t spoken... -
Photos: Shahilla Shariff I The alleys are blind, the streets are worn. Everyone has left, but tea is offered. Bone china cup, we’re together in a room with high ceilin... -
Photo: Danielle Dolson / Unsplash I could take your words said the air not their meaning though. The light not exactly light not exactly br... -
Photo: Mozambique Channel by Rod Waddington / Flickr after Goethe’s Divan 1. Find the poet by the channel of Mozambique flown south to taste the air of the first migrants, Al-Khid...
