Poetry

Bridesmaid – Gerald Fleming

Bridesmaid β€”at Alice Shaw’s requestWhat are we wearing to the wedding?Breasts! says OneOh, Silly! says Twoβ€”She meant red dress!This, a Wedding?Β Β Β  & IΒ Β Β  the stalk of meΒ Β Β  the terse talk…...

The primordial rain and other poems – Gouthama Siddharthan

Translated from the Tamil by Dr. S. VincentThe primordial rain Music multiplies and spreads all over my landIn the obliterated dream of history explodes and rises primordial paraiI play with the rib bones…...

Older: Portland, Maine, 1971 and other poems – Peter Mladinic

Older: Portland, Maine, 1971 Why did you have to look at him, lock eyeswalk your body near his, where exactlyin Portland were you when you showed himyour soul when your lips kissed histhat first…...

Mirrors Around X and other poems – Pablo SaborΓ­o

Mirrors Around X After Max Ritvo Max’s body is made up of four parts,equidistant from each other as if wounds could set up a bandto rehearse evocative ballads. The towel covering his body is an ancientrelic…...

You Have Sprung and Other Poems – John Grey

You Have Sprung I drive homeinto a breeze from the northeast.It doesn't bring rain or snow,just shunts the clouds around,ruffles brown grass, shakes trees gaunt from winter. : The road leads bywide muddy fields,patches of standing…...

Knife and Other Poems – Kumares Chakraborty

Translated from the Bengali by Boudhayan Mukherjee Knife Prestigious service with lucrative salary, Substantial pension after retirement, Costly car, luxurious house furniture Children well established in England-America, Regular morning walks, health checkupsAnd every year Vacation tours…...

Damn, Keats, I Wish You’d Lived and Other Poems – Murray Silverstein

Damn, Keats, I Wish You’d Lived Creator’s privilege, creator’s whimsy, creator’s pride, yes, but object’s resistance, object’s desire to be left alone, object’s narcissistic needs. So he mounts a rear-guard action, strikes behind enemy linesβ€”object’s rights,…...

Poems by Valerio Grutt

Translated from the Italian by Patrick Williamson From β€œA city called six o'clock in the morning” (Edizioni della Meridiana, 2009) I’m hovering on the crooked balconyand you come with your soul on your shoulder you don't…...