“…They have served well. / Even though knuckles are pummeled, nails ridged/ like limpet shells. These hands have never/ been used to beg…” Poem of the Week (October 6), by Kishwar Naheed, in an English version by Vicki Husband.
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“today marks an entire year of living with this half-finished poem…” Weekend Poem, by Hira A.
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“you do not question the disappearance of your hands. / your hands are murals. silver buttons. leaven…” Poem of the Week (September 29), by Triin Paja.
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“…Flipper’s flippering his tail so he’s walking/ on water and clicking his teeth in a grin/ at the handsomely arrived Police Patrol boat…” Weekend Poem, by Stuart Pickford.
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“…a beach boat’s carcass/ rests among the reeds/ holding a few breaths…” Poem of the Week (22 September), by Daniel Voskoboynik.
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“…a collection of things etc that could but won’t express themselves, including: a tiny tin bell without a clapper; a sickly animal that pretends to be healthy…” Weekend Poem, by Neele Dellschaft.
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“…I miss the old days,/ Now it’s all crowds at airports, refugee camps;// The world decamped,/ With nowhere to go.” Weekend Poem, by Jeremy Wikeley.
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“So hurry, dye those duppatas, dot those elegant paisleys,/ So place those fraying jasmine wreathes/ round delicate wrists…” Poem of the Week (September 2), by Rakhshan Rizwan.
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“I’ve more sins than they have saints/ She laughs, and prays her hand to her mouth…” Weekend Poem, by Phoebe Stuckes.
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“I will not miss the bird-blue door they broke in the middle of the night// for a laugh. I will not walk in the park, feed the ducks with our babies./ Without you I bind myself more loosely…” Poem of the Week (August 4), by Zelda Chappel.
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