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Two poems by Tim Poole

Writing a Poem Yesterday, I ate the sun. I picked it from the sky Like a grape off its vine Ripe and ready to burst. It burned my fingertips but … Continue reading

July 1, 2017 · 1 Comment

Translations of Bingxin and photos from Ningbo and Fuzhou, by Miranda Jingqiong Yang

Bingxin, the distinguished writer, poet, translator, and social activist, was born Xie Wanying on Oct.5, 1900, in Fuzhou, Fujian Province, to the family of a patriotic naval officer. During the … Continue reading

June 28, 2017 · Leave a comment

Three poems by Mebane Robertson

A Silken Tie Blind and blotted out like a typo in a line, The yolk of the egg sleeps in infinity. No. This is not about me, or you for … Continue reading

June 30, 2016 · Leave a comment

Two poems by John Johnson

All the Above They say the climate here is right for weather, with clouds unlike anything, ambiguous winds kicking up dry leaves of the alphabet, where you might be happy … Continue reading

June 30, 2016 · Leave a comment

Poem & drawing by Philip Nikolayev

A homeless man making his bed in Harvard Square. Life sketch in pencil by Philip Nikolayev. LOCKED I know two homeless men, they both believe that evil forces have messed … Continue reading

December 27, 2015 · Leave a comment

Two poems by Strummer Hoffston

GIRL AND VULTURE: SUDAN, 1993 In the dream he comes upon the girl and picks her up. He kisses her head, wipes dust from her nose and mouth, and sways … Continue reading

December 27, 2015 · Leave a comment

Poem by Aldo Palazzeschi. translated from the Italian by Nicholas Benson

The Hand You all know very well what a hand is. A hand! Who among you hasn’t seen one? But you’d have no way of knowing what a hand no … Continue reading

December 27, 2015 · Leave a comment

Poem by Mark Rudman

ELEGY FOR RACHEL WETZSTEON 1 I just read that a woman, poet, and friend, younger than I, had committed an impossible act. Something to do with that old standard, unrequited … Continue reading

June 29, 2015 · Leave a comment

Two poems by Matthew Putman

Synaptic Melody Microscopic divisions bringing unity In morning of strange serenity. Bitterness sweet, same of the cold As a warmness flows. A reassuring spa through veins, our soul? Unsure. Cerebral … Continue reading

June 29, 2015 · Leave a comment

I [Can[t] Count the B’s. poem by Mark Rudman

I [Can[t] Count the B’s Bond waits for Dent to empty his gun into the dummy, pumping superfluous bullets just to make sure. Scientists can’t be bothered to count bullets, … Continue reading

February 19, 2015 · Leave a comment

Three poems by Mario Luzi, translated by Nicholas Benson

First Night of Spring Something dies, something is born the moment a rumble of thunder splits open the upper reaches of night, sudden announcement of spring, rupturing sleep… Generations on … Continue reading

February 19, 2015 · Leave a comment

Time Suite. poem by Robert Margolis

Time Suite 1. Cadenza I have seen the incipient membrane of cities The weltered contagion The wending of shadows The black night of stars Shimmying indelicately Memory lisping its sorry … Continue reading

February 19, 2015 · Leave a comment

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