The latest in our FORTHCOMING series of excerpts from new books.
Between cacti
and boulders, the car trudges
through the bypass roads (Palestinian Voices, translation)
Category: Poetry
The latest in our FORTHCOMING series of excerpts from new and recent books.
I thought I was
responsible. I was not large enough
for the knowledge.
On Maui a whole town catches fire in a great wind and burns to the ground in two hours. The iron center of the earth grows weary of devastation
(poetry)
my real-time palimpsest of human misery
my tonight we’ll go behind the scenes
of my mass grave hospital livestreaming
in a theater of war near you my tent city
(poetry)
Someone pulls me
from the dream
of riding
a winged horse
into an ambulance.
(poetry)
I see Jesus watching people sell grilled chicken and nutritional porridge.
I see Jesus watching people trade real estate.
(poetry)
there are no street ads anymore,
except for advertisements for death and patriotism.
this is our, no one else’s, autumn.
I’m a bit queasy from freedom,
from undercooked pasta with stew and raw water.
under artillery shelling
we are all as free as wheat,
as trees and birds,
(poetry/translations/Ukraine)
Lamb’s ears plucked where
the stairs are, prairie
grass, steeple here, and
dandelion bends,
(poetry)
How long is a piece of string when all we’ve got is scissors?
(poetry)
I think about the world:
a hummingbird’s heart
Its structure
so wickedly tender
(poetry/translations)
