John Samuel Tieman: A Sonnet for the 50th Reunion of the Mercy High Class of ’68
Let us make a little list from our lives, who of us got a little fame and who got a little probation, who of us lived tame and who recalls … Continue reading
Anna Akhmatova: I am not one of those who left the land
I am not one of those who left the land to the mercy of its enemies. Their flattery leaves me cold. My songs are not for them to praise. … Continue reading
Rosalyn R. LaPier: How the loss of Native American languages affects our understanding of the natural world
Alaska has a “linguistic emergency,” according to the Alaskan Gov. Bill Walker. A report warned earlier this year that all of the state’s 20 Native American languages might cease to … Continue reading
Al Maginnes: Source
Out of sore feet, out of roadsides sooted with dusk, out of gravel, jeweled crumbs of shattered glass, out of the wide gesture of the hand toward heaven, out … Continue reading
Sharon Fagan McDermott: Sodden
About the Kavanaugh hearings… Awash, amuck in gunk and mud, the slogging bile of the rain Doused and logged, the watered tier of dying garden suddenly slippery, sopping, drenched. … Continue reading
Kareem Tayyar: The Prince of Shiraz
This is your country. You know which wells you can climb down before nightfall, Which wells will be dry even after the autumn rains, Which wells have paintings on the … Continue reading
Elizabeth Romero: Carrying a Sign
Leaves on the wind circle in the air Like emissaries from another world Frantic warnings No one heeds them, they Push toward their usual destinations With their everyday faces … Continue reading
Michael Simms: Six poems
. My brother who is dying of cancer My brother who is dying of cancer Tells me the time has come To forgive our father because It’s not about … Continue reading
Edna St. Vincent Millay: Wild Swans
I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over. And what did I see I had not seen before? Only a question less or a question more; Nothing … Continue reading
Philip F. Clark: The Day I Became a Papi Chulo
It was my usual walk from work, in suit and tie, tired from the day. I approached the ballpark. They came toward me, laughing—a gang of about five energized, jeering, … Continue reading
Natalia Toledo Paz: To T.S. Eliot (a poem in English, Spanish and Zapotec)
To T. S. Eliot From my hands grew red flowers long and beautiful, how to forget the fear with which I was stripped of all certainty. I walked with my … Continue reading
Robert Walicki: Wet
Into those warm, wet fields again and again, where we came, pulled by the blur of light, after the last soccer game in the July dark, we walked off … Continue reading
Sharon Fagan McDermott: The Body Dreams Itself
into an avenue of steam, the streetlights glow a slick sheen. And down this road, this August night thick as wet wool, a car rattles. The body dreams itself heavy, … Continue reading
Video: The Lonely Horse-Keeper of the Apuseni Mountains
. Echo of the Wild A glimpse into the life of Nelu, a lonely horse-keeper living in the Apuseni Mountains, Transylvania, Romania. This five minute video was shot during Summer … Continue reading
