The Archer - R. H. Lola Koundakjian

It is a sharp, shining
cupid's point I aim
at your heart and draw

Loch Uisk, Isle Of Mull - John Campbell

Yon vale among the mountains,
So sheltered from the sea,
That lake which lies so lonely,
Shall tell their tale to thee.

Fable of Hawk and Nightingale - Hesiod

And now I will tell a fable for princes who themselves understand. 
Thus said the hawk to the nightingale with speckled neck, 
while he carried her high up among the clouds, gripped fast in his talons, 
and she, pierced by his crooked talons, cried pitifully. 

Eclipses - Ribka Sibhatu

There are people who starve to death,
others who sleep rough in the winter

Time - Canisius Filibert

Long ago my
Ancestors knew time
They counted moons
They watched sunrises
No one needed hours
Nor tiny little seconds
Days were enough

From my lips in their defilement - John of Da­mas­cus

From  my lips in their defilement,
From my heart in its beguilement. 
From my tongue which speaks not fair, 
From my soul stained everywhere, 
O my Jesus, take my prayer!

Port - Pedro Serrano

The city tastes of the sea,
rings saltpeter bells,
sways its long arms of willow,
licks the frightened bones of its planes,
and flees in a tangled web of defection.

What (E)Merges - Omar Sakr

It is a national emergency
when people with faces
(like mine) seek refuge.

A Bag of Perseverance - Shahd Alnaouq

I am to live in a tent, together with my perseverance.
Each night I wrap myself in her, begging her
not to abandon me on this long dark road.

Lost Things - Carol Shields

It sometimes happens when looking for
Lost objects, a book, a picture or
A coin or spoon,
That something falls across the mind—
Not quite a shadow but what a shadow would be
In a place that lacked light.