“the dawn light, as it spreads across our road,/ like the reed horn that calls out the ones who want to see:/ mixing sadness and happiness, it all opens out before us…”
By No Ch’Ån-myÅng, translated from Korean by David R. McCann.
“For us, the poet, it can seem our entire lives up to this point depend on getting it right, and when we finally feel it’s ready, and we send it off, get it published, and see it in print, we usually realize we made the wrong call…” The Missing Slate talks with Alexis Groulx and Domenic Scopa.
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“Travelling back and forth is a privilege, but I’ve developed a sort of chronic homesickness. So I use writing about the place I’m longing for as an antidote; I see islands as stories and stories as islands.” Julia Rose Lewis, The Missing Slate’s Poet of the Month for June 2016, in conversation with Katy Lewis Hood.
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“Every week/ I am reminded of how my presence isn’t wanted/ in my own home country and I have to swallow/ that truth like a glass of water. I gulp it down // and nearly suffocate every time…”
Poem of the Week (July 27), by Deonte Osayande.
“your roots are still penetrating the earth./You grab my hand knowing blood/stole our spring…” Weekend poem, by Charles McGregor.
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“The truth is you are part of the same tribe/But no one speaks about that//The reason is it’s easier to be a threat/How else can they justify the killing.” Poem of the Week (July 20), by Nathalie Handal.
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“You think you know where you’re going/until a voice rises through the air/on a midsummer’s night…”
Weekend poem, by Ayesha Chatterjee.
“Apollo only showers acclaim and accolade/ on the hesitant, reluctant/ crop of Pakistan’s 9/11 English language novelists/ with their liberal credentials, hurt countenances…” Poem of the Week (July 13), by Raza Ali Hasan.
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“Who knew// anyone could feel this far away. Who knew/ grapes (grapes?!) could make me think of you…” Weekend poem, by Liv Constable-Maxwell.
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“The enemy//to watch out for is the one who enters stealthily with unmarked/baggage…” Poem of the Week (July 6), by Saleem Peeradina.
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