"The Dress" by Daliah Rabikovich (trans. Bernhard Frank ( Read more... )

"The Burning Kite" by Ouyang Jianghe

What a thing it would be, if we all could fly.
But to rise on air does not make you a bird.
I’m sick of the hiss of champagne bubbles.
It’s spring, and everyone’s got something to puke.

It’s true, a free life is made of words.
You can crumple it, toss it in the trash,
or fold it between the bodies of angels, ( Read more... )

"Early Lovers" Bob Kaufman ( Read more... )

"Eolith" AR Ammons ( Read more... )

"I Went Out to the Sun" AR Ammons

I went out to the sun

where it burned over a desert willow

and getting under the shade of the willow

I said

It's very hot in this country

The sun said nothing so I said

The moon has been talking about you

and he said

Well what is it this time

She says it's her own light
He threw his flames out ( Read more... )

"How Will You Render It, How Will You Hold It, How Will You Bury It or Carry It Away" Errant, Joshua Kryah

Comes a crow on the back of a horse     gleaning

such hunger from the landscape

makes an image     itself     hungry

meaning this crow     as none other than myself

trying to get to you     before nightfall

before remembering     m'Lord ( Read more... )

"Man Living On the Rock" Hershman R. John

Alone.  Non-existent.  Ephemeral.

I am empty like my closest family, the Sun, the Moon, the Stars, the

Meteors....Every day I watch them rise and fall, rise and fall.  I am

frozen on a desolate rock ringing through the cosmos like a blind bird

flying at night amid blinking fireflies.

I have a ( Read more... )

"Archaeology" by Xia Yu (trans. Michelle Yeh)

1

the dragon degenerated into a man

obviously it was a man

a mammal

walking, peeing in an upright position

good at analysis

ticklish

foresighted

he rarely visits brothels

or he would have to brush his teeth

and wash his face

at times he uses a fake military ID

and puts on a stern look

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"New Tribes Mission (Ramona's Hands)" Gabriela Jauregui

And I eat men like air.

-Sylvia Plath

Hungry hands touch the air

hard

roots                                        her hands

burn through the air

nails gnarled never ending

they bleed the air the forest the lungs

burn into skin

Never forget her hands are

Ramona's weaving hands
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"New Tribes Missions (Ramona:  Shape-Shifter)" Gabriela Jauregui

A flash of feathers flutters white          my womb

is animal

I spit an insect of blood and taint the world

crycrycrycrycrycrycrycryaiaiaiaiai

wombanimal

my unkempt quills stick               plumage no longer white

pluck my teeth pull my chords the veins of my throat

the ( Read more... )