All posts tagged: poem of the week

ANA GUADALUPE
A Rat
translated by Ananda Lima

Published by Staff

when it pierces my skin
I tremble without panic

MARILYN HACKER
[A line of salt like a linen thread is wound to the rocks.]

Published by Staff

If God blessed vegetation, fish, birds and beasts, /
then humans, did s/he get around to the rocks?

MICHAEL MCGRIFF
from Questions for the Interrogation

Published by Staff

Is the blood moon stuffing ballots
into the low firs?