
But I was…
“I was sleeping, exact as bread/ to the lips of the famished. I was formidable in/ my sleep…” Poem of the Week (May 28), by Allison Grayhurst.
Read More“I was sleeping, exact as bread/ to the lips of the famished. I was formidable in/ my sleep…” Poem of the Week (May 28), by Allison Grayhurst.
Read More“On waking I tried to remember / Nothing of my dream, which felt like velvet / Brushed the wrong way.” Weekend poem, by Dominic Hand.
Read More“The slimy bastards come strolling in, poking around in our past, and we open up like little birds. Tell our stories like parrots. We sing, we roll over. We offer them our coca-cola.” Story of the Week (May 22), by Marcelino Freire. Translated from Portuguese by Annie McDermott.
Read More“The right eye consists of two oceans:/ Black and white…” Poem of the Week (May 19), by Amir Darwish.
Read More“It asks me again/if I’m suicidal and I scream over the soft hum of my refrigerator/that I am hoping I will live another twenty or thirty years
/and after that I’ll reconsider things…” Weekend poem, by Ron Riekki.
“The last thing he could remember was the smell of the free-ranging animals. The smell, and the feeling that someone or something was lurking in wait for him in the dark.” Story of the Week (May 15), by Julia Butschkow. Translated from Danish by Peter Woltemade.
Read More“You should dance and so you should dance/ you turn and rinse long hands of rain.” By Irvin Desir, celebrating Kamau Brathwaite’s 85th birthday.
Read More“The road at this hour, that late-night hour/ of road spread wide with silence; that car,/ careful and slow, lone sound of engine/ quarreling with itself…” By Vladimir Lucien, celebrating Kamau Brathwaite’s 85th birthday.
Read More“All I can do is warn: lacking the right/ form, the whole dark sea’ll come crashing your dam…” By Jane King, celebrating Kamau Brathwaite’s 85th birthday.
Read More“You took me by the hand,/ your child nearing forty…” By McDonald Dixon, celebrating Kamau Brathwaite’s 85th birthday.
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