Featured Poem 6/17 – “Tourists”
Tourists by Yehuda Amichai Visits of condolence is all we get from them. They squat at the Holocaust Memorial, They put on grave faces at the Wailing Wall And they laugh behind heavy curtains...
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Tourists by Yehuda Amichai Visits of condolence is all we get from them. They squat at the Holocaust Memorial, They put on grave faces at the Wailing Wall And they laugh behind heavy curtains...
Be Drunk by Charles Baudelaire Translated by Louis Simpson You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it: it’s the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time...
Red Shoes by Honor Moore all that autumn you step from the train as if something were burning something is burning running across the green grass bare feet that day death was only...
Dialect of a Skirt by Erica Miriam Fabri The young girl wanted a new voice. After all, people got new things every day. A new hip, a new nose, a new set of suspenders....
To Dorothy by Marvin Bell You are not beautiful, exactly. You are beautiful, inexactly. You let a weed grow by the mulberry and a mulberry grow by the house. So close, in the personal...
Arabic by Naomi Shihab Nye The man with laughing eyes stopped smiling to say, “Until you speak Arabic, you will not understand pain.” Something to do with the back of the head, an...
In Flight by Jennifer K. Sweeney The Himalayan legend says there are beautiful white birds that live completely in flight. They are born in the air, must learn to fly before falling and...
Anarchy by Carlos Oliva translated by Anthony Seidman On these streets where love is a word which one doesn’t see anywhere I discovered a state of being as beautiful as a flower...