Suphil Lee Park
You taught me math
in color: “Red + Blue=Purple.”
Imagination is an intraocular organ.
Night
an intrinsic factor in the sun
that converges to light.
from the journal
Quarterly West
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- June 17, 2021
G. C. Waldrep
I have a fever and its name is God.
The nurses come in shifts
and worship it.
All around me the land suffers
from the loss of love’s handkerchief.
Children sing brackish rhymes
in the lowest schools.
- June 16, 2021
Iván Palacios Ocaña (translated from the Spanish by Noah Mazer)
Outside,
the wind
knocked over a little metal sign.
The noise turned our heads and we saw that it was raining
on the opposite corner,
but not on ours.
- June 15, 2021
Ai
What we as a brotherhood lack in imagination
we make up for with curiosity.
I was always motivated
by a ferocious need to know.
- June 14, 2021
Antun Branko Šimić (translated from the Croatian by Courtney Angela Brkic)
You do not even sense
that I have returned and am near at hand
At night when the silent moon murmurs in your ear
know:
it is not the moon circling your house
I am wandering on the blue paths of your garden.
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