By Jidimajia
Translated By Wang Ping
After leaving a busy dock
We come to a new railway station
We chase time like this all our lives
The journey…
We come to a new railway station
We chase time like this all our lives
The journey…
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- By A’Er这一刻是沙漠从云端耸起
沉下的是恒河之旅
那是洗不去的光阴
一个小时代的美好派对
一支雪茄飘出的哈瓦那
曾经还是左派的年月
格瓦拉的伏特加扁酒壶
塞进一张列侬和洋子的美颜照
那时我们多么热爱和平
其实… - By Jidimajia刚刚离开了繁忙的码头
又来到一个陌生的车站
一生中我们就这样追寻着时间
或许是因为旅途被无数次的重复
其实人类从来就没有一个所谓的终点
可以告诉你，我是一个游牧民族的儿子
我相信爱情和死亡是一种方式
而这一切都只会… - By Asha Futtermanmy job used to be teaching a machine
to recognize complaints filed against police officers
that contained… - By Jim JohnstoneBomber jacket trimmed with venom,
I pace the canyon like a parasite:
EK monogram, US flag, and cane,
the… - By Kevin YoungOnce, in winter, I was blessed
by lightning, the plane
sudden struck—the boom
of it, the cabin lit … - By A’ErTranslated By Wang PingIt rises from the desert into clouds
It sinks into the river of eternity
Time can’t wash away
Its short… - By John MulcareWe inhaled slag wool in the throat
of a Tennessee summer, installing cheap
can lights, like capping off… - By Stefania GomezIn the sunless hour before day I hear the man I want
to love just how I’d want him. He’ll never let a… - By Sasha PearlI’m in Shartlesville
Eating air-chilled wings in the sleeper cab
I took the contract because the devil… - By Daniel HalpernThe redolence of rose and new road.
The attar of grass, recently cut.
The fish-whiff of anchovy.
The spinning… - By Heidi WilliamsonYou’re fifteen and nowhere in a town on the edge of pitiful lands stripped of fruit. The burger van’…
- By Omotara JamesWhen Sarah Vaughan pipes from the great American songbook,
I forget time is dragging my body from one… - By Brittany PerhamThe doctor tells her what she can’t eat
no grains no nuts no beans no sugar a tomato is OK
but no skins… - By Angelina SáenzNo
I don’t dance horses
I am not a mariachi
I am not a baile folklorico dancer
I am not the half-time show… - By ire’ne lara silvawe are taught the beauty of the rose
the serenity of the soft and the still
the austerity of silver stars… - By Angelina SáenzThere is a framed photograph of my grandmother
She is a young woman, sitting on a horse, vestida de china… - By Angelina SáenzI am a feminist who loves my sport
and the machismo in charrería often gets to me
To be clear
I am not … - By ire’ne lara silvathey called me for wanting to wear the traje de charro for wanting to ride astride for wanting no limits…
- By Angelina SáenzBrother charro
do you realize
that it is because of escaramuza
that you have an audience?
Our performances…