When the bride buzzed in,
the groom held my mom’s roses.
We had 15 minutes.
Cuffs: no. La palabra
de Dios: Sí.
(poetry)
Tag: photography
A snow covers the room outside with piano keys. What genre is the song that plays unaccompanied.
(poetry)
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)
I don’t know how to hold onto the warmth of the image of Ray picking up the kids, dappled in sunlight, with the statistics of suicide that run through my mind as I think about Lizzie.
(nonfiction)
His cheek, cool on asphalt, shining before he closed
his eyes: the pigeon’s neck, shimmering
(poetry)
plant
a single seed
germinate
be
a lusty weed
die out
then again sprout
a life
(poetry)
One of the famous Iranian rug patterns is the Tree of Life, in which the tree is often located on the vertical symmetry line of the carpet. The tree symbolizes the connection of earthly beings to the heavens.
(poetry)
I’ve never thought of myself as someone with a scar, but in this portrait, the damage from a dog bite is clearly visible next to my nose. A dent, a scratch, and a bump, a kind of trinity.
(fiction)
The latest in our FORTHCOMING series of excerpts from new books
“In the end when they ask would I do it again // I’ll shake my head: where does one draft / end and another begin?”
I might have lived a life or two / instead of counting steps in the parking lot, / between the rust-colored cars, / missing you.
