Poems from Plagios/Plagiarisms Vol. 2 by Ulalume González de Leόn
DIURNO el día es lo que sucede alrededor de nuestros cuerpos sobrevive en la noche como una burbuja privada de la luz en la que siempre tiene el amor los ojos abiertos para que sólo soñemos que soñamos atentos a nuestro pacto de ser diurnos con párpados que bailan en la punta de un géyser…Read More
Poems from Swimmer Climbing onto Shore by Gerald Fleming
Did Where’d the geckoes go, my daughter said when she got up & at leisure there at the white table —a plain man & his beautiful daughter— we played with it: Where’d the geckoes go Where’d the geckoes go Then she wondered what sounds better: Where’d the geckoes go or Where did the geckoes go…Read More
Poems from The Choreographer by Gerald Fleming
Companionship, she’d written, certainly at first, and he’d answered—wanted to meet early—so okay, we’ll meet at 8 a.m., she wrote, and at least this is no lazy man, and she came at eight, the café up the hill by, what was it—a memorial to some soldiers, some war?—and he was already there in the blue…Read More
Read Poems from Lucky Break by Terry Ehret
Lucky Break A white marble wheel has many uses: travel, for example, or shaping clay; a simple lathe but, like any tool, needing balance. Else the center, which is empty, cannot hold, lets loose its own purpose, fragments flying untethered from any force centripetal, explodes its form, stone wheeling, broken into clavicle and pelvis, petal…Read More
Poems from Translations From the Human Language by Terry Ehret
Thirst This year I’ve felt the push of antlers thrusting out of my head. I’ve leaned my head many times toward the grass, stretching my neck to drink. This year I’ve awoken from the catacombs of sleep, my cheeks wet with spring water, my heart beating like a river sprung from rock. Sometimes in…Read More