Scorched Maps
Scorched MapsI took a trip to Ukraine. It was June.I waded in the fields, all full of dustand pollen in the air. I searched, but thoseI loved had disappeared… More
The Conqueror
My Dear Fellow CountrymenThe threads he was tying together had to do with having ambition, with the mystery inherent in that a person can be moseying along one day,… More
The Mighty Angel
It’s a frosty winter before the war. Mid-January 1932 or 1933. In the part of the world where my grandfather, Old Kubica, is right now drinking another glass of… More
Questioning Samantha
How much he’d love just to break the window so he wouldn’t have to clean it! Two days ago he’d had a conversation with the recently appointed editor of… More
In the Time of Jaguars
Having lived many years in the scrub grass in the way of birds/ The boy took on a bird’s kind of stare—/ He obtained a fountain-esque vision./ he observed… More
Death in Spring
After I had left behind the Pont de Fusta and slope, I began to run. I stopped at the edge of the forest, out of breath. No sound issued… More
Tikkun, Evening Prayer
Tikkun (Midnight Prayer)The Caesars who built the citiesdidn’t intend this kind of silencein which trees tear up the air’s shelter with their growthand the lazy moon journeys in the… More
Mahmoud Darwish: They Didn’t Ask: What’s After Death, Nothing Pleases Me
What will we do before this death? Near/ our lives we live, and don’t live. As if our lives/ are desert lots disputed by the gods/ of real estate,… 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
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