You Guys brushing my teeth at 2 in the morning I sayover my shoulder you guys you guys I’m seriouswhat…
a poem for the nights we wonder
Puedo Escribir Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche. Escribir, por ejemplo: ‘La noche está estrellada,y tiritan, azules, los…
when all this is over
Swineherd When all this is over, said the swineherd,I mean to retire, whereNobody will have heard about my special skillsAnd…
a poem for pop culture
[the song for this week] Cardi B Tells Me about Myself Dear Frustrated in Flatbush,Gurl, just go on ahead then.You…
a poem for the people we ignore
Two Winos Most days you will find this pair reclining on the waste groundBetween Electric Street and Hemp Street, sharing…
a poem for our silence
We Lived Happily During the War And when they bombed other people’s houses, we protestedbut not enough, we opposed them…
a poem for split selves
Bilingual/Bilingüe, by Rhina P. Espaillat My father liked them separate, one there,one here (allá y aquí), as if aware that…
a poem for grace
That year we danced to green bleeps on screen.My son had come early, just the 1kg of him,all big head,…
a poem for the end of summer
Blackberry-Picking, by Seamus Heaney for Philip Hobsbaum Late August, given heavy rain and sunFor a full week, the blackberries would…
everything is going to be alright
Everything Is Going To Be Alright, by Derek Mahon (read by Andrew Scott and by Derek Mahon) How should I…
