Prison Walls
The light don’t shine for every in Prison by these steel beds. My heart is rock solid as concrete. I cry steel tear on the cloud day nothing… More
An Escape Artist
At eight, I was a magicianable to slip from any confinement.After my stepfather beat meand imprisoned me in my bedroom,I decided to disappear,sneaking into the passagewaybetween the left brain… More
Prison Eulogies
Prison EulogiesThe ones who diednever mattered muchexcept in herewhere the stories never endbecause they’re too realMichellewho beat her girluntil she got outand got her own selfkilledStellawho laughed & laugheduntil… More
A Particular Sense of Peace
A particular sense of peace sits softly and silently inside.A piece (Peace) of you.A part of me.The walls we build around ourselves keep us locked inside the Prisons we… More
The Double Edge
The Double EdgeThere is no shame in not surviving.Even as the blood is let outhonor and grace enter the vein.All heroes die for credibility.As for being a saint, Miguelo,it… More
Dad’s Poem
In bed surrounded by humid darkness,Hand-carved hearts above and below.Your snoring echoes across the hall,Halls vapor clings to your breath.My tired belly full of hunted venison.My head full of… More
Ulf Stolterfoht: Lingos I-IX
(8) beautiful like: latent snap decayward —because abstract. horrible like the deathscreams of hedgehogs as they fade intothe night. that’s what the new poetryis like. there was a time when… More
Tomaz Salamun: Poems
From Otrok in Jelen and Morje.Translated from the Slovenian by Brian Henry and Tomaž Šalamun.FrontierBut you know, suffering also decaysand remains dust.The frontier is my living body.When a peasant… More
Public Lives/Private Lives
A Morning in Brooklyn It is too early yet to be awake. In a dreamjust now I walkedthrough a house I once lived ineverything shabby now varnished and glitteringa… More
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