The goldfish that swallowed my ashes
“The goldfish that/ swallowed my ashes/ now heads down the Tiber.”
Weekend poem, by Daniel Roy Connelly
“The goldfish that/ swallowed my ashes/ now heads down the Tiber.”
Weekend poem, by Daniel Roy Connelly
“I did notice, though, that the best oranges/ came from the most withered tree”
Weekend poem, by Jeffrey D. Boldt
“Is it me? The eternal foreigner afraid/ of even the sidewalks of this new country, even the/ sunlight bites.”
By Rakhshan Rizwan
by Anya Logvinova. Translated from the Russian by Larissa Shmailo.
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