Jane Hirshfield
American award-winning poet, essayist and translator, born in 1953, Jane Hirshfield is the author of nine celebrated poetry volumes, two now-classic collections of essays on poetry, Nine Gates: Entering the Mind of Poetry (1997)...
Grace Nichols – Beauty
Beauty
is a fat black woman
walking the fields
pressing a breezed
hibiscus
to her cheek
while the sun lights up
her feet
Beauty
is a fat black woman
riding the waves
drifting in happy oblivion
while the sea turns back
to hug her shape
from The...
Grace Nichols – Configurations
He gives her all the configurations
of Europe.
She gives him a cloud burst of parrots.
He gives her straight blond hairs
and a white frenzy.
She gives him black wool. The darkness
of her twin fruits.
He gives...
Amy Woolard – Laura Palmer Graduates
I can’t love them if their hands aren’t all tore up
From something, guitar strings, kitchen knives & grease
Burns, heaving the window ACs onto their crooked old
Sills come June. Fighting back. That porchlight’s browned
Inside with...
Amy Woolard
Amy Woolard is a legal aid attorney working on civil rights policy & legislation in Virginia. Her debut poetry collection, NECK OF THE WOODS, received the 2018 Alice James Award from Alice James Books...
Chandramohan Sathyanathan – From the Beach to the Hotel Room
or how to become a 'feuilletonist'
I am a struggling writer, yet to bask in the glory, the glitz and the glamour of literary festivals. The only luck I have had so far is that...
Grace Nichols – Lost in Translation
(por el espíritu de poesía en Medellín, Colombia)
As if the earth had shifted axis again
I walk the streets of your city, Medellín,
a hammock of memories swinging in my head –
these streets where Escobar’s...
Grace Nichols
Grace Nichols was born in Guyana but has lived in Britain since 1977. Her first book of poems ‘I is a long-memoried Woman’ won the 1983 Commonwealth Poetry Prize. Other collections include, ‘The Fat...
Heiko H. Caimi – The Blank Page
Now is the time.
On my monitor, the input line flashes on the blank page. So many nice characters in my mind, and a good story too … But…BUT --- DAMN not a line!!!
Seems...
Katie Griffiths – How the body holds
How the body holds
its comforts and suggestions.
How it castigates and swelters.
Or hardens at night, tough as dirt.
How it holds intent like extent
and by that, how it holds hope,
spread like a...