Poetry - Year VII - Number 50 - July 2021

Bante! Assim te chamei. Entretanto, duvideique pudesses me ensinara arte de abraçar as coisascomo elas vêm para nós. Como o invernodesiste de sina estação das flores,eu desisti de tinaquele diade Martin Luther King. Para vir a entendernessa primavera,que...

Heart-shaped Vase If my fragile heart should break,fill my ventricles with flowers;like bud vases for roses and peonies.That would please me. If my swollen heart should burst,adorn my head with a crown of blossoms;my love forgotten,...

Among the Lotophagoi I ate lotus, (Full) Moon cakes,and yet the memory loss was onlythe expected fatigue of carbohydrate cells.Southern China was not Ogygia, what with the palms,mangos and the custardy miracle of durian. The young...

Only Stars When I look back,I always do itnot with a smile, but with astonishmenton my face. I remember the time,when I was little kid and thenthere still were old people who were from another...

Cardinal Sins One cardinal cheepsNear your sinful pane,Open in summer wind, Near your bedpost failingTo disentangle the white shirtOf the other man. You wearThe black boxers, not yours. One sweeping finger can shiftA paradigm, alter a filterThe...

THE SECOND DAY OFTHE SECOND DECADE The sun reappearsfrom behind the cloudsbeamijg into the narrow opening along the horizonto shine for a little whileon the face of the city.Then it setsand the sunset starts happening:colorful...

How We See “No telescope is more powerful than the prejudice of the person looking through it.”Kevin Ashton, How To Fly A Horse, 2015 The spider in your eye isbloodthe doctor says. A viscous(“vicious?”)membrane afloat in...

Birthday I was a gift to mother years ago,seventy-four, to be exact, and sheturned thirty-five the day that I was born.We keep close track and number years becausewe are the briefest segment, nano tickwithin the...

worthwhile creatures my poems don’t matterthe breasts of devils give ill milkand each tragedy of a big cunt or bad circulation can’tnullify:the dirty snow oraugered shitholescentralized heat orthe gigas bible of women laying salt on...

Ars moriendi It’s true, she died peacefully, in her home.This is all she wanted; all we asked for(after asking for a great number of things,each denied in turn, by doctors, her bodyand all we can’t...