Lost Letters
Scott Beal A single forklift stows a crate in a stack down one of many aisles of a warehouse… Read More »Lost Letters
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“A Flower Does Not Chase a Bee”
Scott Beal is all you need to know about dating a divorced manaccording to at least three booksmy lover… Read More »“A Flower Does Not Chase a Bee”
For the Plague
Mike Zhai What’s that in my window? Bright morning Sun. What are you doing outside? There’s a plague afoot.… Read More »For the Plague
Collserola Park
Mike Zhai Barcelona A few meters above the trail, I find the perfect walking staff. A dead baby pine.… Read More »Collserola Park
Under Their Mortal Glory
Keith Taylor I watched the old oaks tossing in their mortal glory while bits of dried bark and dead… Read More »Under Their Mortal Glory
from “The Yellow Room”
George Szirtes It is the burning room. The bright yellow room seen by Chagall when a child, a desolation that… Read More »from “The Yellow Room”
Parthenon Marbles
Keith Taylor I shouldn’t have taken it, particularly to sit like a neglected trophy on the ledge in my… Read More »Parthenon Marbles
What We Cannot Hear
Ilya Kaminsky They shove Sonya into the army jeep one morning, one morning, one morning in May, one dime-bright… Read More »What We Cannot Hear
Author’s Prayer
Ilya Kaminsky If I speak for the dead, I must leave this animal of my body, I must… Read More »Author’s Prayer
Van Dyck in Satin
George Szirtes The first sigh. Or the ninth. Or twentieth. The sheer fright and feel of it. It is skin… Read More »Van Dyck in Satin