November 20, 2018
The Mountain Moved Our bunker shook; I felt the blast; my corpse would be crisp and charred. Would I talk to Dante at last? where? paradiso...
Poetry
March 6, 2017
Night Walk Beneath the cotton-candy pink in the plume of a tire fire, one man’s beard is peeling off. One looks like a clown, leans on a...
Poetry
January 4, 2017
Chicken mnemonics The old man squats through unhung chimney Bellows out a copper cloud it chokes up the stench From the neighbor’s farm In...
Poetry
November 23, 2015
Editor’s Introduction Shirin Bismallah’s poems are disarming. The language enfolds, protects, we might say, the consciousness inside the...
Poetry
October 17, 2014
Editor's Introduction The 17th Century Kabbalist, Nathan of Gaza, speculated that before the world came into being, there were, in the...
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July 10, 2014
Slit Lips by Samih al-Qasim I would have liked to tell you The story of a nightingale that died. I would have liked to tell you The story...