The younger junkies, for a thrill, would toss
Each other roof to rowhouse roof across
Thin alleyways of light Jumping Roofs 04.01.2014
SARAH M. WELLS
They scampered as if the devil
was herding them off the ledge,
each one following the others,
grass trampled black,
Jesus and the Herd of Pigs 04.01.2014
Bring me the birds of Rhiannon—
the ones that rouse the dead and make—
the living sleep—to entertain me
that night. The Mabinogi
Ram skulls I brought home from the fields
line the wall and survey the borage
that has spread wild up by the house,
Birds of Rhiannon 04.01.2014
We are following the hearse,
the body in the hearse steady
as a tree, Not my father
any longer jagged timber, Folk Magic 04.01.2014
This rough bark’s gray, lit up, separated
from the dark by some distant lamp.
An Opera With No Libretto 04.01.2014
Afterwards everything whitened
like paper or breath—
The room was suddenly anchored to itself,
the chains stopped groaning.
I knew I could not leave with you.
The sea outside was like the sea
on the map. A sea-god was blowing
into a crosshatched arc of sails.
The Harbor 04.01.2014
How do I know
this stark room, the wooden chair,
the antique book in its lap,
the drawers lined with cedar,
the two folded shirts, his and mine,
the map of the Mediterranean World
in a frame, its sea faded turquoise?
Have you come here too?
Is this a place you recognize?
Little Chapel 04.01.2014
To Nissim Ezekiel
Friends, brothers, sisters, wellwishers
And our esteemed guests from foreign,
Today we welcome to our humble
Abode in Navsari, Gujarat, a precious
Addition to our family,
Our daughter-in-law Emily Curry
Hailing from Lankasire, UK.
On this auspicious day Miss Emily,
Now Mrs, has tied the knot
Of holy matrimony
With our youngest Mahess.
ZEINA HASHEM BECK
Your parents grow older, perhaps
old. The same conversations,
yellow like the walls, Your Parents’ House 04.01.2014
Once upon a time there was a girl named Božena. She grew up in a small village where she loved to gather strawberries and play in the fields. As a teenager she was given special permission to visit the castle library, where she read romantic books and dreamed of a future filled with love and literature. She was known for her shiny dark hair and her dancing, and was crowned the Queen of the Dahlia Ball. Soon after, she got married, but she did not live happily ever after.
In Search of Božena Nmcová 04.01.2014