By Sasha Pearl
I’m in Shartlesville
Eating air-chilled wings in the sleeper cab
I took the contract because the devil…
Eating air-chilled wings in the sleeper cab
I took the contract because the devil…
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- By Magda PortalTranslated By Kathleen WeaverToday everything
in this smoky love
seems false to me
from the two glazed pools of your eyes
where… - By Dorothy ParkerI think that I shall never know
Why I am thus, and I am so.
Around me, other girls inspire
In men the rush… - By Countee CullenIf love be staunch, call mountains brittle
Love is a thing will live
So long, my dear,––oh, just the little
While water stays in a sieve.
Yea, love is deathless as the day
Whose death the stars reveal;
And love is loyal all the way,
If treachery... - By Caroline Harper NewA man by the name of Skinner becomes famous
for keeping caged
pigeons, whom his clock feeds or starves
at random. Their tiny twitching heads exaggerate until... - By Jesse HolthReady to fly, my heart has been unbuckling
for a long time, waiting. When you finally
arrive, we are… - By Karen HoulePulling the foreign body off me— out of the dress up over my arms through the neckhole—
he says, You… - By Richard SikenThere are so many things I’m not allowed to tell you.
I touch myself, I dream.
Wearing your clothes… - By SapphoTranslated By Anne CarsonDeathless Aphrodite of the spangled mind,
child of Zeus, who twists lures, I beg you
do not break with… - By UnknownLēodum is mīnum swylce him mon lāc gife;
willað hȳ hine āþecgan gif hē on þrēat cymeð.
Ungelīc is ū… - By Cornelius EadySome folks will tell you the blues is a woman,
Some type of supernatural creature.
My mother would tell… - By Tilsa OttaTranslated By Farid MatukI like to think that when lovers say they’ll love forever
That really their love does last forever
And… - By Cheryl Clarkei. brother
Your gift was you could name any random
recording (and its personnel) on any random radio station
or record player.
You and I taxied downtown. Awkward silences
born of different fathers that rainy May evening: to celebrate
a your twenty-sixth birthday and my fifteenth... - By Cheryl ClarkeI could use a good ole R&B lyric
right about now to face this hard absence.
Only its terse verse can approximate
the testament.
Or the big arms of “these arms”
circling my wide waist
to close the space
after all the years
... - By Jessica AbughattasThe winter I leave him, I ask my parents to consider me
their oldest son. To bend the rules.
I could be a little tree, late to flourish,
focused on my underground career.
I tell them to buy me a house.
They’re 15 years divorced.... - By Ahn Joo CheolTranslated By Jeanine Walker & Shim JaekwanFaintly remains.
Scarcely remains.
Drops of water form inside my life
as if I cherish a drop of light
just as love is formed inside the word love
just as the word goodbye doesn’t permeate it
it faintly lingers.
A thin part of me remains.
Sometimes inside me... - By Ahn Joo Cheol희미하게 남아 있다.
희박하게 남아 있다.
생활 속에 맺힌 물방울이
빛 한방울을 소중하게 간직하듯이
사랑이라는 말 속에 사랑이 맺히듯이
이별이라는 말 속에 이별이 스며들지 않듯이
희미하게 남아 있다.
희박하게 나의 일부가 남아 있다.
내 속에는 가끔 내가 가득한 느낌이 들고
내 속에는 거의 나 이외의 것이 가득하지만
나와는 멀다. 멀리에... - By Olive FranklinI will live like this,
a broad landscape
broken like snail shell
across the garden.
This pulling apart
of the land in loose silver strands.
Roots of irises exposed.
I will not articulate,
not for you,
the anxious house
I built around myself.
In my garden, chrysanthemums
billow.
The wind is landing
differently this... - By Kush ThompsonYou will tell your babies, someday,
of the little house behind the wall clock.
They will love most the part about the window
sloped inside a six’s hollow, silhouettes
of Sundays, shadows having dinner.
How they walk along the edges of hands
at night, skipping pebbles... - By Gerard BeirneWhat was lost remains unknown
Like little children turned to stone