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Ivana Bodrožić (translated from the Croatian by Damir Šodan)
Jazz hid itself somewhere,
it rustled its brushes cautiously,
before all those christs and crosses,
before all the loud sons and fathers
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- April 23, 2021
Desiree C. Bailey
I am I but I won’t spill my name
not here on this damned rock pushed out bloody
from the bowels of the sea marketplace island
where the cloud’s crest and birdsong all for sale
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- April 22, 2021
C. Dale Young
Some men go down to the river.
I went down, instead, to the lake: the air
silent and stretched tightly over it,
the water unmoved and dangerously still.
Some men move past such a scene
without even the slightest notice of it.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- April 21, 2021
Vaan Nguyen (translated from the Hebrew by Adriana X. Jacobs)
He won’t ride a shod animal.
He prefers to trouble his head
to stand by the road unkempt
under a tree
waiting
how he will outlive me like a quotation.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- April 20, 2021
Sean Shearer
There were woods behind my house
scattered with berries I couldn’t digest. I’d curl on top of the dirt
hugging the knot inside my belly and now
I’m in bed kissing a pale green vein
as I listen to his voice like a knife with its scar—
six birds stretched
across a fret board.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- April 19, 2021
Tiana Nobile
Of an animal, especially a bird. A wandering species
whom no seas nor places limit. A seed who survives despite
the depths of hard winter. The ripple of a herring
steering her band from icy seas to warmer strands.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- April 18, 2021
Donald Revell
My mother's name was Doris,
A Greek unknown to her. Hidden
Among the wild herbs in their patterns
Are first things, and first things never die.
To them, the afterlife is a memory.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- April 17, 2021
Benjamín Naka-Hasebe Kingsley
as every thing begins with the heart beat of horses
a tribe the thudded color of all creation
my people gather brindle as if the night
were drizzled long across their backs she
of sickle sword of tendon & tusk
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- April 16, 2021
Maria Stepanova (translated from the Russian by Sasha Dugdale)
they travelled a long time
longlongtime
dumbstruck stillstanding trees
not-earth and earth pressed close
builder's yards morgues fly-tips
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- April 15, 2021
Diamond Forde
fat girl nicks herself shaving in the shower,
resents the water that will carry her
blood to sea. Blood, worthless currency,
cannot buy a country but becomes it,
platelets stitching into streets. fat girl weeps
for the blood that won't return—
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- April 14, 2021
