Issue #9- Amrita Pritam
The Bird of Time Translation Original O Mother the bird of time fliesIt doesn’t listen or say anything Mother there are many tall potsBut it doesn’t sit on any of them Every day the sun seeks to findThe direction in which it livesIt must come from somewhere it must go somewhereThere is never a day […]
Issue #8 – Sun Tzu-ping
Junk 1.Plants giftedBy those I adoredAre dead for long The pots, still Around, posing under the sun 2.Mugs that no longer drink Drawers betrothed to be closedThe dust beingDust, one small step at a time Three centuries laterSomeone takes up archaeology 3.Worms spunging off rice grainsIn a mired rice bin Long, long agoSpring was written […]
Issue #7 – Mara Lee
MY NATURE Dusk unfolds its slanting light blazing yellow fall, plucked and clean-shaven – Her low race down into the soilMost things on that body can be braidedpulling roughly at the rootsgrown wrong, ancient slanting sun A braided path tightens over the fieldit splits the ground into what grows and what grows tightYour neck unfoldingsomeone […]
Issue 7 – Tomaž Šalamun
MANNA All of this swiftlymolts like snakes and time, like daisies. Withfresh snow and those epaulettes that come offto make room for a swarm of flies. With the desire to painta truck yellow. Squeezed and scared and witha cap and I’m smoking. The boycott has green guts.Touch, touch the face with your fingers and palms.Holiness […]
