Poetry , Volume 9, Issue 1
Transplant
In the back alleys of Salamanca, / a stray dog knocked out my knees, / and I fell / into a sticky puddle, / smacked skull on / golden stone. / Suddenly /…
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Poetry , Volume 9, Issue 1
our end
you are old and very sick / now so you ask if I remember / this and that and I do / but it doesn’t help because / I also remember what / you say you never…
Poetry , Volume 9, Issue 1
Ekphrastic Goodwill
With his right eye unblinking and askance / and his left too trusting by far, he stares / and stares at me.
Poetry , Volume 9, Issue 1
Your Excellencies
Your excellencies / You've won / We no longer discuss / Your FAILURES / In our majlis / Under tree shades / By the roadsides / We only discuss / Our…
Fiction , Volume 9, Issue 1
A Bloom of Jellyfish
People say you remember your first time with a clarity like no other.
Poetry , Volume 9, Issue 1
April 2024 in New York with a Line from Moonstruck
For Samer Alatout / Cops arrest protesters at CUNY / and the fountain at Lincoln Plaza / helpless and beautiful as God / descends from the Catskills / lit…
Poetry , Volume 9, Issue 1
Jennifer versus Climate Change
I’m palpating tomatoes at the farmer’s market / and I turn to Jennifer who I haven’t seen / since the remnant of Hurricane Ida hit / and I say to her:…
Many say that spring is the time when life is born again, when flowers blossom from the eaves with leaves like the wings of phoenixes. For me, however, it is summer. Summer, when the glossy waters of high solstice shimmer like angelic dew.…
Poetry , Volume 8, Issue 3
Futile Poem
When I lived alone everything was futile. / Trying to get up from my futon was futile. / I kept a tall banana plant and a small reptile, / but the climate…
Poetry , Volume 8, Issue 3
Dragonfly at Delphi
Watch her there! / She falls and rises surely / within this forge of air that tries us all - / beyond us, at long last. / A god’s voice from the fissure,…
To quote the famous Thucydides: “The peoples of the Mediterranean began to emerge from barbarism when they learned to cultivate the olive and the vine.” I believe this quote is very befitting for the story I’m about to tell, for it holds…
Well. Blooming crystals axiom breaking, shatterwaves folding in and over themselves Iwantyou. Crystallising ozone layer forming dewdrop artificial. The wave toppled over itself and it said to the star, I want you. And now I’m phoenished…