Dark Matters
by John J. Ronan In a universe of unidentified dark Matter, no wonder you wake, Anxious in the a.m.’s Bleak bedroom, Roof exploded and you
Time
by Myronn Hardy But this is for a time. A time that slides down branches. A time seen in mirrors as a trapezoid of light in constant tremor. A
Recite
by Myronn Hardy But I thought this was love. The beginning ending the sugar maples’ first leaves. The becoming of someone else more at
Days of Tempest
by Sergio Badilla Castillo Wang Wei is confused. What disturbance makes him think of Li Yuan? Does the storm like a rat gnaw Tang Dynasty from
Thinking of Kandinsky and Gabriele Münter
by Sergio Badilla Castillo My nickname is conspicuous here in Munich’s bohemian quarter among orthodox Jews and immigrants from the East. In the
Lobby
by Sergio Badilla Castillo In Avellaneda Pizarnik surprises me with a look of devastation wrought by the sullen city’s shadows. Each of us has