poems by John Grey
Ode to Cider This cider was once an apple – go figure.
poems by Michael Lee Johnson
Ghost I Am (V2) Here is a private hut staring at me,
poem by Brandon Marlon
Execration Text (c. 2350 BCE) May your mother’s nakedness be familiar to strangers throughout neighboring hamlets;
poem by Sharon Berg
Making Muffins I am making muffins, substituting some of the ingredients
The Elevator Ride
by Douglas Young When Marcellus Stovall got to a good stopping place, he sighed, saw it was already well after 5, and decided it was time to leave the university library. The firm did not pay him overtime and the place would close soon anyway since it was Friday. So he got up from […]
poems by Ivan de Monbrison
poems about nothing bits of flesh scattered all over a window
A Life is Not a Story
[fragment] by Mike Amnasan Now that I’m seventy-three I can tell you about the life of a failed writer. This is something no one is likely to have read or will read. A successful writer would not be able to write this. His experience would be very different. Repeated rejection has taken a toll on my […]
poem by Ella Leynard
Yes, Mother, you are right You were right, Mother, when you said that whatever may come, we can only tell each other what there is to be told
poem by P.C. Scheponik
Back to the Dream I wonder if Kent State, If Woodstock, if Steinman’s bra-burning revolution ever happened.
“It gives me so much joy to translate poetry”
[interview with Monica Manolachi] by Ines Vig How do you perceive the role and significance of working as a literary translator in your career? I have translated literature ever since I graduated from the Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literature, University of Bucharest, almost two decades ago. It has shaped me both as a researcher […]