Paul Klee, Angelus Novus, 1920, oil transfer and watercolor on paper, 31.8 x 24.2 cm, Israel Museum, Jerusalem
Angelus Novus
On Friday nights, when the family’s asleep and…
Poetry
Photo by Sean Thomas / Unsplash return oh, that fish could swim through my garden again! Stately as whale sharks, speckled pacifists, or goldfish freed from small glass domes like…
What is the reason for your visit, Embera Wera?1 You’ve walked fourteen hours through the muddy night, you’ve crossed an entire mountain range to see me, even knowing the demon moana la…
Ebony and ivory / Photo by Blondinrikard Fröberg / Flickr for Lida Berberian I remember when I couldn’t read music; The pile of unfamiliar books lay listless; my hands glided across every…
Photo by Quinn Dombrowski / Flickr Colonists Over there in that urban landscape where two trees are barely distinguishable, decades ago there was a river overwhelming and sweet t…
Photo: Alonso Sambolín, “Revolution” Juggling Urban Psychosis The cage has turned into a bird and it has flown away my heart has lost its mind – Alejandra Pizarnik We set free birds of a…
Caption Improvise walking along the Piedras River, January 25, 2020 improvising by the Río Piedras resume the fibers of my voice years have gone by since I named cliffs yea…
José Ángel Vega Ortiz, Casi-banderas (Almost-flags), 2018, woodcut on paper, 14 x 17 in. Don’t Suicide All the roads lead to you, but be careful with all the bumps on the r…
Damaris Cruz, Fuego Camina Conmigo, @damalola / Courtesy of the artist (note for a friend who wants to commit suicide after the hurricane) no one teaches us to accept death because death, th…
Photo: Anahi Martinez / Unsplash Then My Daughter Turned to her toys and said the first to realize will be those who watch over the air; those who survive will stay away from ma…
Photo: Giancarlo Revolledo / Unsplash Limbo One day I placed a rock on top of your name and I said to myself: I’ll go singing all the way home. And I sang like a wild woman on pow…
Photo by Paul Gilmore / Unsplash The Clock of the Long Now will operate knowing it will lose the correct time, exposed as it will be to imprecise temperatures, stellar and solar alignments, tectonic…
Photo: jamesjustin / Flickr Open House: Riverside Fujimi Town #103, two rooms with wooden flooring and a small finished basement. A ninety-eight-square-foot basement with no windows, no circulat…
Photo: Mila Tovar / Unsplash worldlittoday · Alireza Roshan - Seven Poems from Iran Seeing you off, I waved Loneliness took it as a greeting * Amazing all the breezes waving in your hair yet o…
Photos: Hawre Khalid THE MORTAR LANDED close, maybe two hundred meters away. Then, I saw only black smoke filling the sky. Till that moment, I had never seen smoke so big. As if fire…
Salomé by Juana Romani / Musée d'Orsay / Public Domain How often I saw you and felt surprised to be looking at you. Feeling the temptation to spy on you and the desire to love what I did…
Photo: Glenn Ruben Berg / Unsplash [draw your strength] draw your strength from the lifeless leaf break all bonds until you can tie your fate to the baobab trunk don’t hold within yourself any dr…
East Sands at low tide. Photos provided by Eleni Kefala. worldlittoday · Eleni Kefala - “The Coastal Path” (Greek) for Colin McEwan I heard the news a few days ago we hadn’t spoken in near…
Photos: Shahilla Shariff I The alleys are blind, the streets are worn. Everyone has left, but tea is offered. Bone china cup, we’re together in a room with high ceilings, h…
Photo: Danielle Dolson / Unsplash I could take your words said the air not their meaning though. The light not exactly light not exactly bright s…
Photo: Mozambique Channel by Rod Waddington / Flickr after Goethe’s Divan 1. Find the poet by the channel of Mozambique flown south to taste the air of the first migrants, Al-Khidr’s pro…
Photo: Evie Shaffer / Unsplash An Offering O Leaves, O Flowers! We hold you in our hands as offerings. We stir in you the ruin of winter, the swell of summer. Say a little something, when we tremble…
Illustration by Elyas Alavi from the series Waking Dreams Translator’s note: Few voices are more distinctive in the world of contemporary Afghan poetry than Elyas Alavi. The dynamic…
Photo by Alexander Krivitskiy/Unsplash the human soul is a dark place, leviathan. so much that my eyes begrudge the light. I sense the dark upsurge. I can’t find a hole large enough, can’t live on le…
Ruth Loveland, Inferno, 36x36 inches, mixed media on wood, 2017 is the last thing I want you to become as in late in life your lover looks at a picture of the day you met a sudden warmt…
