Contributed By: Sergio Ballouk
how many statues of bandits
extermination commanders
forest caps? how many?
how many street names of wealth mongers
squares and viaducts
of those who despised the people?
how many?
how many rotten within,
bearing an upright stench,
as if standing
drains guts and venom?
how many?
how many are still watching us
waiting for their chance
to enter a bronze statue?
how many?
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Behold, everybody focus your attention from the truck's shadow hauling pallets behold the old landfill (extinct for so many years) resurges so does the ravine it resurges lake tin reed an old sieve hawk... people…
I ask for nothing of this land that has given me everything I loved and hated its men found my Adam he fled with a bodybuilder as soon as I gained weight I…
There is a pain - so utter - It swallows substance up - Emily Dickinson, poem 599 The windows open to the guardianship of the sun. But there is distant smoke in its…
On that day the Minister arrived at his office in a foul mood and immediately sent for the Director-General of the Secretariat. The latter, as if powered by a battery, was, moments later, in the…
1. My favorite episode of Jill Soloway’s tragi-comic Transparent focuses on the family’s youngest daughter, Ali Pfefferman, who at age 13 refuses to celebrate her Bat Mitzvah. This is no small matter, since her mother has spent thousands on preparations—food, invitations, reception, booze, etc., and she’s both horrified and humiliated by the prospect of canceling. At first, […]
Collins’ spatial poems knit together the natural world––trees, light, stones––with her specific history of violence, loss, and survival.
More than liking / how it tasted I was just tickled to bear / witness.
