By Wen Gu
黑色的岩石上，雨珠碎裂
青色的岩石上，星星一滴一滴溅落
一千年、一万年，古老的风在唱:
“一万个、一千个，相似的夜晚”
骆驼的背后，有历史的风暴升起
山羊的唇角，留着沙葱花的清香
别问我们祖先们的秘密
闪电已经刻在…
青色的岩石上，星星一滴一滴溅落
一千年、一万年，古老的风在唱:
“一万个、一千个，相似的夜晚”
骆驼的背后，有历史的风暴升起
山羊的唇角，留着沙葱花的清香
别问我们祖先们的秘密
闪电已经刻在…
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- By Asha Futtermanmy hands are still my hands
like my grandfather’s hands
are his hands and they
are on the window
attached… - By Rodney JonesIt was July. I must have been sixteen or seventeen,
And proud to be chosen for a grown man’s work,
Hollowing… - By Danez Smithnow married, i’m in you different, in love
deeper, legally, under god and in front of my mama,
i know … - By Ellen June WrightThe caregiver calls to tell me about mother,
but I know she hasn’t slept. The security videos
of her restless… - By Ellen June WrightWhen you wake from a troubled sleep,
after you’ve used the bathroom, don’t go back.
Walk down the hall… - By Wen GuTranslated By Wang PingRain breaks on black rocks
Stars fall, one by one, on blue stones
A thousand years, ten thousand years… - By Jessie LeitzelThe end of summer
and our jalapeño plant
is wilting, its stem brittle
as the heat peels
away from us,
though… - By Georgio RussellWithin this simple chapel, located near the navel
of the little clinic, the walls are all the white
of… - By Luke Allan1. This morning the nurse tested me for allergies. She said she’d test for “known allergies,” which …
- By Joe Carrick-Vartythe sky announcesit has written a lecture
on domestic violence no one starts a family
with the intention… - By Paul TranMixed greens. Purple onions. Banana
Peppers. Tomatoes. Avocados. Mayonnaise. Pepper. Sourdough.
A stranger… - 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 Omotara JamesWhen we meet at the holiday table, we take turns
and great pains not to remind each other
of our mutual… - By Tiffany HsiehI was a forty-one-year-old rabbit
that year, which was said to be unlucky
for the rabbits to go face-to… - By Ross WhiteI’m not the first man to lose his father
slowly, not the first to wonder
when I walk in the room if the… - By Joshua BennettThe money of the mind is attention, maybe.
Which is not, initially, where I thought I’d begin,
but we… - By Joshua BennettFor the sake of argument, let’s say
the day my father outlawed all contact
between backhand and face, … - By John Whalen-BridgeTranslated By Chun YuThe words of children
splash in grandmother’s mind
and ripple to now.
孩子的話兒
在祖母心中濺起
蕩漾至今。 - By Angelina SáenzThere is a framed photograph of my grandmother
She is a young woman, sitting on a horse, vestida de china…