Poetry

  • Arrival

    by Edward Vidaurre

     

          By throat is how we arrived

          A cradle in voice

          A passion & command

     
          By hands is how we arrived

          A touch

          Skin rising, cringing,

          Churning of a …

  • Flashes

    by jo reyes-boitel

     

           Very soon, and in pleasant company.
                    —Chinese fortune

        In a race for a tree, one Mexican soccer player almost beat the rain,
    only to be met at the …

  • The Palm Tree Piñata

    by Jose Hernandez Diaz

     

    I’m smacking around a piñata shaped like a palm tree. It is southern California, mid-summer. The palm tree piñata is swinging back-and-forth beneath the bright summer sun. It is my …

  • Danger Music

    by Aldo Amparán

     

    there’s
      a woman
      screaming

     

    on the radio
      a cry
      no one

     

    will hear
      can you hear
      the crackle

     

    of flames
      making bright her
      husband’s torso

     

    somewhere

  • Selections from While Percival Was Falling

    by Tania Langlais, translated by Jessica Cuello

    Selections from While Percival Was Falling

    Reading by translator Jessica Cuello. (Scroll down to view and listen to the original poem.)

     

    Percival’s song
    is an unruly beast
    a howling story
    I …

  • BACKPACK

    by Tomasz Różycki, translated by Mira Rosenthal

    Reading by translator Mira Rosenthal

     

    This world, along with several other worlds,
    can fit into the outside pocket of my backpack
    or in a bag from Switzerland procured
    in a shop …

  • Self-Portrait Lined by Tomas Tranströmer

    by Simone Muench and Jackie K. White

    I stood in a room that contained every moment

                it contained Tranströmer, insects, and charcoal

                              …

  • PISI

    by Aldric Ulep

     

    /‘pee-see/

    1. n. part, fragment, piece: I watch her slice the peeled calabash gourd into tiny windshields. 2. v. agpisi: to cut up, divide: Bonnet-mouth fish fermenting in a …

  • Sierra

    by Byron Aspaas

     

    A writer forgets how to write
    when a writer forgets how to see
    oneself through words written,
    the voice of a poem drives
    all night to watch summer
    fall into …

  • CORPUS | KAPAAS | कपास

    by Preeti Parikh

     

    Born a hard seed
         I sprouted into a milky clump.
              Cotton boll picked,
                   I was carded, warped, spun.

    One amongst many, I arrived at the [          ]—
         wound, …

  • Earthen Desires

    by Max Early

     

    A lint covered clay vessel
    hides inside the China cabinet
    anxious for her slipware.

    Potter’s hands lift her out.
    His breath, a rush of wind,
    frees her from dust and inertia.

    Warm …

  • Tettsted

    by Kenzie Allen

    the absence of a void,         a place               where crowding happens, a forest
    where there is no space for light                   between
    so many leaves – a town …