Dark Veins
“…street that leads/ like a dark vein/ toward my heart/ in Freedom Square…” Weekend poem, by Ali Abdolrezaei. Translated from Persian by Abol Froushan
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Boum
“No more Boum from his lips, no more swinging/ hips and lyrics. Thin as Fred Astaire he wore a thousand/ melodies…” Weekend Poem, by William Page
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Caramel Lips in Africa
“How did she not bewitch you with the dancing in her golden eyes?/ Dewy and trusting – like when she fell asleep once, under that baobab tree, to the music from an African rainfall?…” Weekend Poem, by Zvezdana Rashkovich
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Lily is 7 Today
“I’m not contrary, I just suck you into my culture and floss with my G-string,/ I learn to read palms like veins in leaves…” Weekend Poem, by Lydia Hounat.
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The Song of the Blue Night
“I have painted/ The whole sky/ With coloured dust/ As you are coming.” Weekend poem, by Umakanta Mohapatra. Translated from Odia by Bibhudatta Mohanty.
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New York… Harlem 1939
“Nothing has changed, nothing will,/ it’s all about money and bombs, this century.” Weekend poem, by McDonald Dixon.
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Blossom
“…the way it swells/ on the branches/ like flesh on bone, ballooning/ and sweet…” Weekend poem, by Jenny Danes.
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A Thousand Miles
“that Aymara man there/ who stowed his bundle in our hold/ & that small boy/ with a shoe box,/ the little we can carry…” Weekend Poem, by Lorraine Caputo.
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Rosso’s Lament
“Back in the pale end of winter/ Rosso looked at me as if he couldn’t quite remember/ who I was…” Weekend poem, by Rowland Bagnall.
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Harry James
“Everything is stilled, when dancers/ stop and listen to the liquid gold…” Weekend poem, by Milton P. Ehrlich.
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