Arabic would’ve never been were it not for our eyes

"... I remembered / the week the fireflies dissolved into crickets. / We'd just lived through the big thing ..."

All I got is sunrises

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bonding our sneakers / together through a fluid / no longer hers but shared

Distance blurred detail, so all that was visible / in the mysterious vapour were armloads of sparkle / he hauled as if from the sea

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I have never been hit by a car / that I could not see coming.

Two poems by Jane Shi

... You and I / tried. We tried walking down a street once in fall. / It was night, half light, we found ourselves finding / ...

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"... Blood dripped down my chin. The light / left. After, I googled what it all meant—death, / capitalism, Steffie’s stuffed bunny ..."

"... I showed you / a video of faint sunsets dawning from / Ochil Hills, and my momentum when / travelling upward, against gravity ..."

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what a day!at the Basin2 dove from the tufa overhanginto the water, playing my trick ofseeming to drown, not coming up until I finish wrigglingthrough that underwater chimneyand burst into air. always startles the tourists.

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A series of poems about untangled seal guts and elusive hares in the Arctic tundra.

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Longlisted for the 2nd Annual Geist Erasure Poetry Contest.

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An old dog can't keep up with the young butterflies.

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"You wring your heart on the beach while on the far shore landmines explode."

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The fifth and final poem in a series dedicated to Maria Chekhov, sister of the famed writer and keeper of the archive.

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"The North does not try to explain itself, but people are always trying to explain The North."

Paul Vermeersch filters Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken” through random languages in free translation software, and then back into English.