Term: Poem
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ALL OF THE ABOVE
Life at 125th of a Second
Saint Denis of Migraines, be with us as we lose our way
Pillars
Eva-a Haibun
The Double Espresso Tastes of Paris
Departed
Birthday in Père Lachaise
Bending Time
When Time Broke Down
At first, there were crackles—distant yet drawing near. Then, commotion. People dashed down alleys. An ashen waiter closed the blinds, told us to be quiet.
Spring Pilgrimage to Père Lachaise
#prayforsaintdenis [an ode to the banlieue after 13 November*]
Nina Smoked it up along the Seine
Gabrielle
Flight 664—PDX to CDG
Issue 15: Paris
Cherry Blossoms
Now, this is the limit of language—the sky is effluent with cherry blossoms.
They Call this Estuary a Sacrifice Zone
The Poet's March
Rest Stop
(POV)ERTY
Persephone Takes the Long Road Home
Now You Know How To Live
Letter to UNESCO
I Accept
Home is Where I Am
Haibun Self-Portrait Waiting for the Verdict to Come in
East Bay Bike Party
Boarding Group K
A Text I Sent You After Your Funeral
Issue 14: Survival
Infinite scroll
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Then
Understory
Tropical Delight
the evening
the evening, ornamental nightfall a thing of remarkable fire
Self-Portrait Gestalt
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Retrospect
Postcards from the Mouth of the Inferno
Pine Barrens
Pastoral
Passages
Exploding into a Fantastic Geography
Embroidering Maps of Return
In a still solitary, now toilet-less cell, but with real pacing room, the relative freedom facilitates clearer thinking. My mind is on fire
Before the Fire Dies
the shore of Van Auken Lake is everything but quiet. our voices melt together in the crackle & gathered buzz
Issue 13: Fire
My Shadows and I
This Car-Centric City Makes Me Dream Of Third Places
The City
Philadelphia: A Ghazal
Nungua & The Ritual of Rain
Mexico City
For lunch ant eggs with worms. 900 pesos, though … Only the rich can afford such courage.
Lahaina Noon
They say there were no shadows at the height of that afternoon. Constricted to a single point, we were isolated, no secondary bodies.
Hamlet's Mirror
Free Radicals
1. Amid roaring trucks, giraffe-neck cranes, all-day hammering, bicycle lanes, curbside cafés where waiters pour wine and teenagers hunch over takeout, a hoarse screech.
City of Incense
After Math
Yellow on Yellow
Issue 12: Cities
Accra Ghana Storm
Blessed, my daughter suckles my granddaughter, Maya Ama Konamah, in the bluest chair. Jungle plants on the terrace dance. Skittish stallions across a far expanse.
Lascaux Conversation
A Tree in Betla
What I Saw in the Street
Some Might Say That All I’ve Done Is Stack Up a Heap of Objects – Brenda Coultas (A Handmade Museum 2002)
You Can't Take It Back
Painting 2% of the Earth White Would Stop Global Warming, Scientist Says
The daughter bends over arranges her mother’s treasures creating a commotion of dust motes swinging from sill to bureau. A galaxy.
After the Atlantic
Understory
The Monarch Egg
I Wake up in Istanbul
A Landscape, Fading
Don't call us
The Lonely Planet Guide to Death
Garden Augury
It’s been a week of betrayals: the wind biting, cold penetrating my bones, suddenly reminding me no preparation is ever enough.
Otter Cherita
The gleaming Otter so long straightened meanders now she breathes again – an aged actress loosening her stays
Haibun Self-Portrait
Slant Light
The light of exteriors creates the Arctic Circle swim of silver and blue, recessions of brown and green.
Salamander
Deep Field
Tonight, you’ve turned away from everything that is not the earth, the moon, the stars.
Special Operation
Medea
As patina veils the surface of bronze, so blood veils the maestro’s countenance. Pasolini‘s murder was decreed for attempting to grasp the Golden Fleece.
Issue 11: Ecology
Bodytalk
Footwork
who's to say my body is not all the world
Sleep/Keep
I love that moment between space & time — we float in our own cocoon.
Red Desert (წითელი უდაბნო)
Petaluma River
Muzzy overcast day haze on the hills like a hangover fresh green meadows burn tired eyes ahead a string of barges.
Panagrolaimus kolymaenis
For forty-thousand years and more this roundworm had to stay as celibate as monks of yore or nuns of yesterday.
On The Padlock Bridge
Gustavus Flats
Gares Poétiques/Estaciones Poéticas/Poetic Stations
Farther down the platform a woman stands shrouded within a black burqua, a thin gold watch shimmering on her wrist.