Notes on Black Death and Elegy
“I am writing to you from across the water/ the years have been a heavy tide/ against the shore of me…”
Poem of the Week (22 March), by Sarah Lubala.
“I am writing to you from across the water/ the years have been a heavy tide/ against the shore of me…”
Poem of the Week (22 March), by Sarah Lubala.
“& the light drips in to share our ride/ new vermillion along our bodies…”
Poem of the Week (15 March), by Safia Elhillo.
“She waved away my tears and told me to just ignore them./ I was not American enough to get the joke…”
Poem of the Week (8 March), by Joan Glass.
“This is where I leave you: our faces maps no more, but lands for others to inhabit…”
A poem against borders, by Mahtem Shiferraw.
“This is not a suitcase or a fleeing day. This is not Arabic jazz or a city of lights.”
A poem against borders, by Nathalie Handal.
“borders are like seams/ they must be sewed/ tightly to hold…”
A poem against borders, by Ottilie Mulzet.
“he is a blue child/ who came out of the sea/ in an orange dream…”
A poem against borders, by Usha Kishore.
“: Who wants most when the wave is weary?/ : Who’s marred most when the map is missing?”
A poem against borders, by Nathalie Handal.
“hope is a sea-/ storm’s kindling…”
A poem against borders, by Khairani Barokka.
“A few snowflakes fall between the tree and the hollow ground. Those yew trees are grown over the fence now…”
A poem against borders, by Julia Rose Lewis.