Elizabeth Romero: Morning
My friend Peter and I
Argued about love one time
Before he died.
Kurt Brown: The Kiss
That kiss I failed to give you.
How can you forgive me?
Michael Simms: Sunstar
The mist that covers our mountain
Evaporates and becomes a feeling
That lasts all morning. You lift the spoon
From the sauce and feel the texture
Of the aroma.
Chard deNiord: Inanna and Dumuzi
The sky conjures you all day
into clouds that sack my heart
to the point I hear the growls
and howls of the beasts
they form in the guise of you
William Shakespeare: Sonnets 18 & 19
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion’s paws
And make the Earth devour her own sweet brood
Ma Yongbo: I Have Always Been in Love With You (English and Chinese)
Sometimes I suddenly stop on the road
feel a breeze brushing my ears
That’s you passing by
Amy Lowell: The Broken Fountain
All day I have watched the purple vine leaves
Fall into the water.
And now in the moonlight they still fall,
But each leaf is fringed with silver.
Robert Creeley: The Rain
What am I to myself
that must be remembered,
insisted upon
so often?
Alexis Rhone Fancher: Night Sky
We’re arguing about the stars again. It’s midnight when he pulls/drags me outside into the frozen dark. Look up! he says.
A.E. Housman: White in the moon the long road lies
The world is round, so travellers tell,
And straight though reach the track,
Trudge on, trudge on, ’twill all be well,
The way will guide one back.
Video: Poetry by Pashtun Women of Afghanistan
For centuries, Pashtun women have traded stories, feelings and life wisdom in the form of two-line oral poems called landai or landays. Eliza Griswold, a journalist and poet, traveled to … Continue reading
Meg Pokrass: Like she is
he doesn’t like
this Earth so much that he might live
here and be ruined like she is he
says
Video: Soft Animals by Renee Zhan
In this wildly imaginative surrealistic narrative, two ex-lovers cross paths at a train station.
Majid Naficy: Dublin
Tomorrow we go to Blarney Castle
To kiss the Irish stone of eloquence.
But tonight in our warm bed
In memory of James Joyce and Nora
We will chase each other
