Nocturne: Beheaded
By Saeed JonesAll throat now already brighter than the stars.
I could hold you in my song. Sotto voce, tremble
against me: a breeze slips in, cools my blood
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Un templo que no está en el templo / A temple not in the temple
By Homero AridjisA temple not in the temple
A temple apart from its form
A temple older than the stones
I Will Tell Her about Icarus
By Patricia Davisabout his sister how she
wanted
to be light
built night in her ribs
Vaivén de fantasías / Marooned
By Carlos Parada AyalaLos argonautas se albergaron
en la oscuridad de mis zapatos
y un dragón azul acudió
‘N’em
By Jericho BrownThey said to say goodnight
And not goodbye, unplugged
The TV when it rained. They hid
Cerberus
By Beth CopelandWhat do the howling hounds hear that we can't?
The moon sharpens its sword on the Earth's stone.
Palm trees on the shores of the Tigris stand sentinel,
body shop
By Quraysh Ali Lansanai've heard tell of a hustle
in brooklyn where clever folks
throw themselves in front of cars
Loss is an art, traversing one world to the next
By Purvi ShahThe mehndi is leaving my hands,
brown swirls dissolving into brown skin.
Somewhere you are traveling
Portrait of Hippocrates, or Buqrat
By Kim RobertsO augury seeker,
know and be aware...
In the book of divination,
And Even George W. is out of a Job
By Kim JensenYou know the economy's bad
when people are lined up around the block
to apply for the job
of the wicked witch.