Poetry
Back Row Crow
Now, still, I’m sitting in the way-back, where I can flick my ashes on the floor and exhale freely.
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Poetry
THE ANTI-TYGER
Anti-tyger Anti-tyger, burning bright, In the anti-forests of the anti-night; What immortal anti-hand or anti-eye Could frame thy fearful anti-symmetry?
Poetry
Pistachios: A Sestina
In the rain, eat pistachios The girl with the red dress, hands me a lily Secrets of the house—of the blouse—of the bruise I begin eating them and them and them: flax seeds We cannot live in mud of melancholy Like a sticky hot bun, this is all…
Poetry
Before the Last Sigh
The things we do to keep alive: Whisky, weed, write & lie. We settle, we deny, we Play-Boy. We work & sleep & hunt to avoid the final gasp, life’s last sigh.
Poetry
Travelers Song
I mind the peak cabin with vistas in all directions need fire humming here and nowhere in particular while you dip a toe into icy time flow finicking a door
Poetry
ADVANCE LESSONS
Bypassing clenched fists, their conscientious poems get published in conscientious journals.
Poetry
Between Two Oblivions
When I see the roots of a tree bleed through the ground, now I say they are the veins of my grandmother’s hands, spilling upward. I recall the tender bruises up and down her arms
Poetry
Old Lady’s Moon
It’s dry,a fragrance tucked away, no longer lavender.
Poetry
Welcome to Equity Crater
When the hums reach the edge of the crater, they return to the girl, and she replies by raising her voice an octave.
Poetry
killing something wild
I knew he’d never kill anything and it wasn’t that I thought you wanted that deer to get killed but I had suspicion you did not care either way and that indifference made me more sick but
Poetry
Firefight
First punch landed at Stonewall, Bleached reef, powder nose, drip-drip-alive, Nightmare waking and post-sleepfuck-stares, You. Bought You,
Poetry
echoes of Ferlinghetti
skateboards dope and pogo sticks banana bikes and popsicle sticks ten cent candy up from five
Poetry
footprints
the air thickened with silence. a small robin robs the brush of whatever red berries exude from the death of this place.
Poetry
Remembering We Are Meant To be Joy
A soul is already carpeted in the divine and who is to say sorrow isn’t God? Who is to say love isn’t prayer? Who is to say time is always on our side?
Poetry
POET CAESAR
Only when you can delete your Submittable account, and box your poetry books into a carton shipped to a country without birds or borders;
Poetry
Five Poems by Adnan Kafeel ‘Darwesh’ Translated from Hindi by Rituparna Sengupta
Rituparna Sengupta translates five poems by Adnan Kafeel “Darwesh” from Hindi into English.
Nature & Environment
The Symbiotic Relationship Between Bird Photography and Writing
The ‘I’ in my poetry is never always myself. Trees and birds live inside me and much of my voice is theirs. They have changed..
Poetry
Picture
When four baby daughters up in the sky drain her anaemic heart, tears on Granddad’s photo against her riant chest, I crawl on her lap – My hug means to tell her, yes, she will see them again but please, not now.
Poetry
Death Dance
There were car accidents, illness, and war. Dia de Los Muertos arrived just in time. I surrendered as the ants overwhelmed me. Beneath blue skies and papel picado.
Poetry
True North (After Louise Glück)
Look for mentors and they’ll materialize, peer around corners, mouthing Psst with pursed lips,
Poetry
Waiting
A girl perched on a Translucent ocean In a dusty rose tunic On rowboat the color Of old paper, like the sky, The foam on the water,
Poetry
Cyclicity
Hovering over my body, in a tangled mess of silver threads going snap, snap, snap, I realise you were the fibre and tendon, and glue that held while we ended and began and ended and began;
Poetry
agarita
but the berries do not know they grow because they grow and only know how to grow in the front circle in the backyard up and down the gravel road all along the fence line
Poetry
Lemons
Yet there the seed waits all the while and dreams of its own life — my only way of reaching it is with my paring knife.