Poetry

Age is Creeping Toward Me Like the Old Maidin a children’s deck of cards,it was hidden, going round and roundthe table until the last card:a dowdy, with a misshapen hat. Like a spider webnot seen on...

Alma Desatada A serração desceu rápida e do-í-da.Veio duma latência em rodeios Açorianos.Solitário rochedo, suspenso em fosca água-lusa.Longe, o coro das oliveiras ao léu. Açores! Por quem te desatei as naus um dia... Volátil, irado, vulcanizado.Mouro-Sefardita dum...

Sonnet CDLXII Deep velvet Azul of the Nile Steely skies rolling ridge wheel Gallivanting around as they kneel Meadow of murmuring water has a Crocodile As luck would have it a glass half full Oli covering old sloppy eyes Ell Solitaire...

VISITATIONTime becomes a pixilated memoryof bliss and bloodas the clock winds down.We pause to visit for a brief dazeas the foundation weakens while wonders compressinto petrified shadows a labyrinth of murky intrigueforgotten in repetitionas...

A Column of Smoke ghosted west to the seaand I missed my off ramp like most of the otherswho prayed to the fire gods oh please, not me,and I saw from a distance the mean residueof burnt chaparral...

If there’s one thing I’ve learnedfrom the hours spent staringat the tiny airplane on the edgewhere the sky breaks the rock, It’s that when scenery passesbetween two realities, flashes ofwhat was slowly replacing what is, his...

The Saddest Thing I’ve Ever Seen (Chapter I) My left palm still hurts. Going, preparing without a backpack on my back. My left palm still hurts so much that my stomach feels like burning for...

    SACRIFICEBy Georgia Eugenides    THE SUMMER I NEVER HADin the morningi search for myself everywhere,under ivory sheets that smell of cinnamon, between porcelain jarson the highest kitchen shelf and among blue, crossed outpoems in my notebooki...

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...

INCONSTANTE CORAÇÃOby Roseangelina Batista INCONSTANTE CORAÇÃOPrelúdio ao poema de Ajahn Mun Ora um fluxo de momentos,ora um fluxo de vazio presente. A semântica do coraçãoEm realidades separativas—Movimento ou quietude. Em movimento,A consciência rodopia multiforme,Metamorfoseando imagens pareadas—Bem e mal—emergem...