Fisherman   “I’m an amateur,” he said. “I write, rewrite, then night comes ’round, I stand, turn on the light, ...

The poet can turn into a wolf   She said to them: look at the mountain so that you can ...

HOW DID WE GET HERE?   I don’t know what went wrong I don’t know if it was your fault ...

Art is the lie we invented in order to believe in this world   To lie is one thing... and ...

  Watch repairman Juarez Moreira left Montes Claros, in the state of Minas Gerais, determined to be a redhead, call ...

  Thank you so much, Animikh Patra and Sanghamitra Halder, for agreeing to this interview in spite of the stressful ...

Making Pesto   There are Basil plants floating just outside my kitchen window I don’t know how they got there ...

JAZZ ALONE for John   Quarantined, I’m playing the jazz you hated. Gerry Mulligan & Ben Webster huff luscious sax, ...

The Poem   My inside is locked in a sea A fish-market where everyone is helplessly dead. A few people- ...

Courtesy of the Afro Women Poetry Project GHANA   MAAME AFIA KONADU SARPONG Melanin Ambience, 6’3 , broad chest , ...