TIMUR KIBIROV from Romances of the Cheryomushki District (translation by Jamie Olson)
On the poplar, on the poplar, on pain
On the poplar, on the poplar, on pain
by Jaimie Li | Contributing Writer
Look, then, and see / the roots of the sky.
by Jake Uitti | Contributing Writer
Oh, my fingers would like / to cut down the stars.
Hilary Plum on Ghayath Almadhoun’s Adrenalin
knowing that the mask is more an image
Hilary Plum on Ghassan Zaptan’s The Silence That Remains
Bill Carty on the poetry of A.E. Stallings
There is only one hour / Only one hour / The cold hour