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Litro #139: No Such Luck, Poetry
I Was There
Remembering the fallen.
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Litro #139: No Such Luck, Poetry
Bonfire Night Beneath the Stars
A meditation on inequality.
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Litro #137: Future Fashions, Poetry
that was joy she said
A future trend turns its back on clothes.
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Litro #134: Augmented Reality, Poetry
Augmented Reality
The difference between augmented reality and virtual reality is a Bengal tiger…
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Litro #134: Augmented Reality, Poetry
Imaginary Numbers
A real life ends, but is imagined by those left behind…
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Litro #133: Shakespeare, Poetry
Shakespeare’s Words
A legacy left in ink.
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Poetry Collection
The beautifully crafted poetry of Wioletta Grzegorzewska mesmerises with its observations of the human spirit. The poetess, who settled on the Isle of Wight, navigates her existence between Poland and ...
Fragments of Bone
Let me begin again, I say, as the bar blurs
invisible, its volume reduced to the merest
suggestion of others and it’s just us spotlit
in the black womb-like silence ...
Keith
Each night, the voice miles
down the line was soft. It’s Keith I want.
Keith from Black Diamond Garages.
The broken clock, the lean-shadowed settee
and me. Sorry, there’s no-one here. ...
Autumnal Absences by Fan Zhongyan (989-1052)
A green, cloudy sky; and yellow leaves covering the ground –
there are even autumn colours in the waves.
Over the waves, there hangs an emerald green mist.
Mountains catch ...
Breaking Off in May by Zhang Xian (990-1078)
The frequent sound of the cuckoo
again proclaims the meadow flowers’ passing.
I enjoyed the spring, so pick its last blooms, even more.
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River Song by Li Zhiyi (1035-1117)
I live at the head of the long Yangtze.
He lives in its furthest reaches.
I think of him, each day, but we never meet.
The drink we share is ...
Jim Morrison
On mornings like this as I drive toward work at 6:21 am
4th Street stretches ahead
without end
as I stick my arm out my window and roll back
my ...
The Wait by Antônio Moura
Waiting, standing, on the rock,
between the sea’s green sphere
and the star that nears
every night, you speak
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Two poems by Angélica Freitas
at eleven years old
behind my grandmother’s house
in fishing village z-3
i smoked a gol cigarette bought
singly in a boteco
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Two caligrafías by Adriana Lisboa
The Present
for Claudia Roquette-Pinto
At the red light a boy asks me for a handout. He sees my weary face, my muscles signalling urgent needs, my life catching its ...
Two Poems by Ramon Mello
Tiles
at the selarón
staircase songs
shattered feelings
coloured under
the rain walking
for months
two hundred and
fifteen degrees ...
Litro #113: Double Dutch, Poetry
Ramsey Nasr — I wish I was two citizens (then I could live together)
and this is my poem, come on in
don’t be afraid, ignore the echo
let us begin in emptiness
welcome to my crater of light
once we gathered, you and I, remember
revived ...
Litro #113: Double Dutch, Poetry
Two prose poems by Nyk de Vries
Progress
A small group was passing through the street with Bibles in their hands. My father was standing next to me, grinning. He said, “Those people still believe in God.” He ...
In the service of blood by Michel Houellebecq
Translated by Delphine Grass and Timothy Mathews
I no longer go on trips, really,
Because I know the place
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