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in the eyes of senator strangers,
they are help, just.
they are not blue-collar,
but they are not parking lot attendants.
no one wants to hear their ...
Two Poems by Dolors Miquel
Translated by Peter Bush
Mammal with Flea
I God, the mammal,
look agog at the universe and invisible things
and at the flea on the belly ...
Two Poems by David Hermann
Bacteria Street Circus
scan the detail for spectators
blind maestro
hear the hoopla
when they zoom
up ...
April auf dem Lande by Cees Nooteboom
It was summer and winter.
The water by the river,
how it rose.
Mist between the hills.
In the valley the expensive villas,
...
Man Said by Helen Silverstein
Man Said
Helen Silverstein
Man said, girl done got herself knocked up.
Woman said, Ima help her mama kill the man done this.
Man said, could see this one comin’ mile way. Girl actin’ ...
Colombina by Paul Verlaine
Pierrot who on cricket’s
legs legs it through thickets—
one leap—
Cassander (old hoodie),
Leander the goody-
shoes creep,
and Harlequin (Domin-
o’s eyes have an omin- ...
Litro #95: North London, Poetry
Progress in Progress by Paul Lyalls
There are no horizons in a city,
only those within yourself.
I couldn’t tell where the city ended
and the people began,
there were only individuals
with crowd-like tendencies
and eternal hopefuls
dreaming of big fat redundancies.
I ...
Alone by Joseba Sarrionandia
Translated by Linda White
She’s alone in the world.
She loves getting letters, but when she looks in the mailbox it’s always empty.
She decided to write to herself. She put ...
Briar Neck, 1912 by Ernest Farrés
Barren, sun-baked and glistening
from rough weather, rocky crags with deep
gnawn-away gorges and warped landings
hanging plant growth
and rubble as the base of cliffs
descend as ...
murrai is pondering… by Antón R Reixa
murrai is pondering a profound study on
ignorance but does not want to devote himself to writing it
until he acquires greater general unknowledge
yes yes the paper ...
Dandy by Lois Pereiro
The mirror of elegance before my eyes
and my eyelids sleep a sinewy sleep
in liquid lines of the expressions etched
on a face of cruelty close to ...
Two poems from Edward Hopper by Ernest Farrés
Railroad Train, 1908
No sooner is the caboose
out of sight than they’ve
already forgotten you.
It’s like losing clout or taking
a load off their minds. ...
Climate⎜ˈklī-mət by David Hermann
noun
the weather conditions prevailing in an area in general or over a long period
the weather conditions
the whale congregations
the wisdom constructions
the wish ...
The Value of Wales by Paul Lyalls
Its chief contribution to the UK
must be as a unit of measurement,
as night after night
a news desk declares
‘An area of Rainforest,
the size of ...
Something about a woman by Charles Bukowski
ah, Merryman,
a fighter on the docks,
killed a man while they were unloading
bananas.
I mean the man he killed
clubbed him first
from behind
with an anchor chain
(something about a woman)
and we all circled around
while
Merryman
did ...
Don’t Try This At Home by Paul Lyalls
Start the beamer,
thrash the beamer,
smash it into the housing estate.
Wave to the helicopter,
I ain’t sick and I don’t need a head doctor,
it ain’t stealing when I take your car,
it’s just ...
The Pleasures of the Damned by Charles Bukowski
the pleasures of the damned
are limited to brief moments
of happiness:
like the eyes in the look of a dog,
like a square of wax,
like a fire taking the city hall,
the county,
the continent,
like ...
Junk by Charles Bukowski
sitting in a dark bedroom with 3 junkies,
female.
brown paper bags filled with trash are
everywhere.
it is one-thirty in the afternoon.
they talk about madhouses,
hospitals.
they are waiting for a fix.
none of them work.
it’s ...
Millionaires by Charles Bukowski
you
no faces
no faces
at all
laughing at nothing—
let me tell you
I have drunk in skid row rooms with
imbecile winos
whose cause was better
whose eyes still held some light
whose voices retained some sensibility,
and when ...
Corpse Washing
They had grown used to him. But when the
Tilley lamp was brought and threw
fitful beams into the darkening room, the stranger
grew unknowable. They washed his neck
and, as they knew nothing ...