Older: Portland, Maine, 1971 and other poems – Peter Mladinic
Older: Portland, Maine, 1971 Why did you have to look at him, lock eyeswalk your body near his, where exactlyin Portland were you when you showed himyour soul when your lips kissed histhat first…...
Mirrors Around X and other poems – Pablo Saborío
Mirrors Around X After Max Ritvo Max’s body is made up of four parts,equidistant from each other as if wounds could set up a bandto rehearse evocative ballads. The towel covering his body is an ancientrelic…...
You Have Sprung and Other Poems – John Grey
You Have Sprung I drive homeinto a breeze from the northeast.It doesn't bring rain or snow,just shunts the clouds around,ruffles brown grass, shakes trees gaunt from winter. : The road leads bywide muddy fields,patches of standing…...
Knife and Other Poems – Kumares Chakraborty
Translated from the Bengali by Boudhayan Mukherjee Knife Prestigious service with lucrative salary, Substantial pension after retirement, Costly car, luxurious house furniture Children well established in England-America, Regular morning walks, health checkupsAnd every year Vacation tours…...
Damn, Keats, I Wish You’d Lived and Other Poems – Murray Silverstein
Damn, Keats, I Wish You’d Lived Creator’s privilege, creator’s whimsy, creator’s pride, yes, but object’s resistance, object’s desire to be left alone, object’s narcissistic needs. So he mounts a rear-guard action, strikes behind enemy lines—object’s rights,…...
Poems by Valerio Grutt
Translated from the Italian by Patrick Williamson From “A city called six o'clock in the morning” (Edizioni della Meridiana, 2009) I’m hovering on the crooked balconyand you come with your soul on your shoulder you don't…...
Birth of God – Monalisha Chattopadhyay
Translated from the Bengali by Boudhayan Mukherjee Nobody knows me.So I sacrificed my head.I severed it from my torso and told myself,Now drink the blood from my cut-off head. When God arrived, He placed itOn the…...
For once I swore: poems with open signs – Dr. Bahet Belkacem
I love the love, I love to be Loved Lover's anxiety on the sidewalk of longing Longing for a handshake electrostatic touch A light touch in the mind Violent mixing of the senses The melting of…...