by Cara Clatanoff | Aug 11, 2016 | Peru, Poetry, South America
A poem in Quechua and Spanish reflecting on time in Cusco, Peru. Style inspired by poetry in Pink Reef by Robert Fernandez. ñañay, noqa yana kashani, una pequeña estrella brillante con el guiño de la noche, guiño de la noche de la pequeña estrella...
by Sarah Durrance | Jul 6, 2016 | North America, Poetry, USA
You expect the sand to be forgiving, but it will claim all of you, everything you have while your mind is fixed on the incandescent glow of the horizon. You expect the clouds to be protecting, the shade on your shoulders burns deeper than the sun’s hues. but the...
by Kendra Poole | Jun 14, 2016 | Europe, Poetry, Turkey
In Istanbul, the owner of the pashmina shop said, “The body is like a gift between husband and wife.” He said the burqa, the hijab, were like human wrapping paper. I take scarves from the shelf, unfold and refold some, drape the red one over my head, align the...
by Kendra Poole | Jun 14, 2016 | Africa, Morocco, Poetry
Walking in Marrakech An afternoon coated with raw meat, curry, urine, leather, donkey shit. Multilingual chatter of the souk: so many bells and wagon wheels, motorcycles and metal welders and, in the thick of it all, the hiss of a cobra. Henna designs spilling up...
by Kendra Poole | Jun 14, 2016 | Europe, Greece, Poetry
after Sappho* Stop your sighs now, friend. Comb your hair, mend your blouse, and quit pandering for pity. I have seen your trembling, knuckles all knotted in nerves. Almost nothing...
by Kendra Poole | Jun 13, 2016 | North America, Poetry, USA
Afterward, we worm into the basement of a Mr. Ted Kessler. He watches us pick apart relic from rubble, relent- less relievers, subduing a hoarseness of tone. Here is his moldy rocking chair. Did he sit here once? To watch the sea romance the sand? We ask now: Does...
