You entered the light
Unknowing yet unafraid
You will leave light blessed
Best American Poetry- Seoul Food and Fists circa 2009 {by Loren Goodman}Dr. Park calls and invites me out for lunch, suggesting bi bim bap. Dr. Park, aka "The Spin Doctor" (to be explained), is a research biologist at Seoul National University Hospital and my neighbor here in Jewelry City. He does genetic research on diabetes. We head outside (beautiful day) to find a restaurant in Jongno. "What do you want?" […]
- Neighbor Smolarek (by Mitch Sisskind)Each morning, the squirrels, how unregulated They jump and play. I call the police department To keep them away and also with the birds It is exactly the same. What kinds of birds? I don't know their names but they poop Without the slightest consideration on my car So that if I had a bb gun, ah, then I would have Some real fun but meanwhile I call the 9 […]
- Our Birthday (June 11) Dear Beth, Leo, Pauline, Allan, Joshua, LaWanda, Deborah, Sabrina, and Jordan: Born today, like us, were the poets Ben Jonson and Barnabe Googe. Also Vanzetti (of Sacco and Vanzetti) and Loeb (of Leopold and Loeb) and Green Bay’s coach Vince Lombardi, who said winning is the only thing; Joe Montana, who won; Gene Wilder, funny man; Erving Goffman, author of […]
- "June 11" by David Lehman -- in English & Portuguese (trans. Francisco Carvalho)11 de Junho Faço anos tenho a barriga vazia Posts desejo preguiçar na rede ir talvez nadar num dia quente com o trombone de "I've Got You Under My Skin" do Sinatra metido na cabeça depois parar para o almoço uma sanduíche de carne de vaca enlatada e uma Pepsi com muitos cubos de gelo ao contrário de França onde põem um mísero cubo de gelo na n […]
- Seoul Food and Fists circa 2009 {by Loren Goodman}
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- The Old Man, by Kebir AmmiPoetry Photo by NCinDC / Flickr He said: Why must they destroy and destroy again? Why must they forget my face my gestures my voice? Why must they believe in my absence even as I stand in front of them? Why must they erase my wounds and toss my tears to the dogs? Why must they forget that I am a man just like them? Having utterly dispossessed me, they still […]
- Poetic Points of Being in The Kolkata Cadence, by Dustin PickeringBook Reviews Our society is increasingly global, and the era of Covid-19 is no different. We may forget our localities and the importance of community in consuming the news and internet media. One city, the domain of Mother Theresa, a holy city, is Kolkata. Three editors compact its poetic resources in The Kolkata Cadence, a new anthology edited by Jagari Mu […]
- The Most Beautiful House in the Neighborhood, by Kristina GavranFiction Photo by Peter Boccia / Unsplash After renting a room in an Indian family’s house in England, the Croatian tenant becomes privy to one member’s dreams of return. “This is it!” Parvati, a young Indian woman, shows me a tiny room with scarcely space for a bed, a chest-of-drawers, and a chair. The place is so small we can barely both fit in it. The wall […]
- WLT Student Translation Prize – Poetry by Yu JianPoetry “A Fisherman at Lake Dian.” Photo by Yu Jian. Reading Glasses I am no longer young, a half-blind Homer, wearing reading glasses to see the world. The calendar shows that it is autumn, but I don’t see it. The building across the street has no foliage. A face halfway through its plastic surgery has had glassy eyeballs reinstalled one too many times. Yet […]
- The Old Man, by Kebir Ammi
