“Itâ€™s raining again./ they donâ€™t tell you about the/ rain/ before you come/ or the cold or the clouds…” Weekend poem, by Samuel Usayd Ilyas.Read More
“narcissus, look in the water./ the man in the sky is soaking.”
Weekend poem, by Rebecca Took.
“Wake me up/ when itâ€™s over, the idea that/ we are separate from the world/ in which the soul comes undone.”
Weekend poem, by Virginia Konchan.
“They woke to find an angel on the beach/ as heavy as the bottom of the sea,/ as dark as boulders locked in frozen lakes…”
Weekend poem, by Adham Smart.
“There is no space small enough/ To contain her in this glass house.”
Weekend poem, by Saleem Peeradina.
“This blonde and grey-eyed woman,/ her fingers combing a prisonerâ€™s hair/ in a barn, a field, a hidden somewhere/ in that wartime summer.” Poem of the Week (August 31), by Harold Hoefle.Read More
“Just like the body needs food, the soul needs books.” Weekend poem, by Tabitha Hayward.Read More
“there is only absence falling into absence/ and thereâ€™s also a high window/ and there is always evening prayer…” Weekend poem, by Nathalie Handal.Read More
“your roots are still penetrating the earth./You grab my hand knowing blood/stole our spring…” Weekend poem, by Charles McGregor.Read More
“You think you know where youâ€™re going/until a voice rises through the air/on a midsummerâ€™s night…”
Weekend poem, by Ayesha Chatterjee.