Sara Teasdale – There Will Come Soft Rains
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,
Robins will wear their feathery...
Lyn Coffin – on the street below…
on the street below
the tanks rolled on like
congealing lava
you grab the backpack
you prepared a week
ago and add your
mother's antique salt
cellar then rail your
self slowly down the
skeletal stairway
to the bombed out square.
you...
Daniel Meurois-Givaudan – This Nail I Hammered
If there is a book that can really open hearts and minds, and lead to a new direction in life, is "This Nail I Hammered" by Daniel Meurois-Givaudan.
This is the incredible and touching (auto)biography...
Natalie Diaz – How the Milky Way Was Made
My river was once unseparated. Was Colorado. Red —
fast flood. Able to take
anything it could wet—in a wild rush—
all the way to Mexico.
Now it is shattered by fifteen dams
over one-thousand four-hundred and...
Fiona Sampson – Frankenstein’s Golem
Who is this
moving swiftly
through darkness
in a landscape
not yet given
form by daylight
slipping shapeless
as a shadow
through the dark
and unknown places
wearing night
next to his skin
wearing a pelt
of pine and stone
who is this
atoms seething
on his skin
who passes
through the...
Fernanda Burgath – “my mother said that…”
my mother said that
that her mother’s said
that her mother and grandmother
also said
that yes, you have to do
the great-grandmother said yes
because who first said that yes
was the husband, the brother
the priest, the wooer
or any other...
Boris Slutsky – How They Killed My Grandmother
How did they kill my grandmother?
This is how they killed my grandmother:
In the morning a tank
Rolled up to the city bank.
One hundred and fifty Jews of the town.
Weightless
from a whole year's starvation.
Pale,
with the pangs...
Fernanda Burgath – Ultimate
Today I woke up
such an angry
angry bitch
I didn't know where to put
so much anger
Then
I stopped for a moment
took a deep breath and
realized that the anger
came up from my uterus
I went for a walk...
Grace Nichols – Spell Against Too Much Male White Power
There is too much male white power at loose in the world
There is too much male white power at loose in the world
The smell of Pretoria
The breath of the Pentagon
The eye of the Kremlin
How...
Fiona Sampson – Sonnet eight – Summer Dusk
On summer evenings
air thickens – and settles,
dust dropping onto shelves of books
silently – settles.
These evenings
lift from the pages of books,
or out of dreams.
Write your name in the dust
that blooms on...