Friday, 30 April 2021

Your Lips Will Tell Me - Hector Marcó

You don’t love me anymore, but I can’t blame you—
if you can do this, then I can hide my tears.
But you alone, you and my heart,
shall answer to God one day.

Thursday, 29 April 2021

Poetry - Elisaveta Bagyrana

If my glance were not blest—
with you, inside. Open-eyed to penetrate the darkness,
and to make it fly and dance for me,

Wednesday, 28 April 2021

The world is for me a tough place - Nadezhda Zaharieva

The world is for me a tough place
But my tenor I choose how to alter:

Tuesday, 27 April 2021

Monday, 26 April 2021

I Keep Forgetting - Sima

Don’t know why I keep forgetting,
The time that you played me
The times you would pay me no attention
I keep forgetting all the pain that you cause
That its because of you that I am covered in scars.

Sunday, 25 April 2021

After a Death - Tomas Tranströmer

Once there was a shock
that left behind a long, shimmering comet tail.

Saturday, 24 April 2021

High above the Dark City - Jaime Saenz

One night on a rain-glistened road high above the dark city
with its now-distant tumult
she will certainly sigh

Friday, 23 April 2021

Miles Away - Homero Pumarol

A black trumpet flies
through the walls
of an empty building.

Wednesday, 21 April 2021

Let us Paint, World - AminTheRanter

What I am is a body of water,
I am fluid; always moving matter,
Eroding the earth I change the world
even if only the heart of a girl

Tuesday, 20 April 2021

Underground - Ito Hiromi

A bond was formed through marriage so in August
I go visit the graves for the Festival of the Dead. Going from the bullet train
To the Chugoku Highway, I move farther and farther away

Monday, 19 April 2021

Summer - Óndra Łysohorsky

A rocky slope, all overgrown with pine trees
Looks musing down the frothy Ostravitsa.
The summer ripens. Through the crowded branches
The midday sun drifts onto tallgrown grasses.

Sunday, 18 April 2021

I will flee to my Helper - Yose ben Yose


1 Let me flee to my Helper
I will find (Him) right in front of me
God is close to me
whenever I call out with (my) voice.

Friday, 16 April 2021

The Sky - Gareth Culshaw

When the cauliflowers have left the sky
leaving us with mushroom grey,
the birds sing songs we knew when young.

Wednesday, 14 April 2021

Work Shy - Gerard Fanning

When Don Givens made off with a treble clef
from the USSR’s hammer and sickle,
I was skiving off with the backroom boys,
though in truth it could hardly have been me

Tuesday, 13 April 2021

Somehow - Hsia Yü

She took a fan and painted a bird on one side
And a cage on the other and then she spun
The handle in her hand till we could see the bird
In the cage and then she put the fan away and smiling
Asked us what we thought it was she’d said

Monday, 12 April 2021

Hiyam - Zeina Hashem Beck

My grandmother, Hiyam, whose name
means love, had none, gave none. Locked
her refrigerator door so her children wouldn’t
make a mess in the kitchen, sat them down,

Sunday, 11 April 2021

And I dreamt that I was a tree - Claribel Alegría

And I dreamt that I was a tree
and all my branches – leafy –
were belovéd of the birds

Saturday, 10 April 2021

Shadow of The Light - Iliana Villanueva

The fountain illuminates pigeons and pigeons
pigeons about to say
volatile with sayings
white from their intense violence.

Friday, 9 April 2021

1932 - Jackson

reading the poems of women
born the same year as my mother

Thursday, 8 April 2021

The Poet - Hatif Janabi

The poet is bewitched by light and darkness,
by a dagger that delights in misery
by wind and ruin and echo
by a ravenous temptation.

Wednesday, 7 April 2021

Tuesday, 6 April 2021

Cage - Teresa Colom

My father found a canary in the snow.
We put it into a cage.
One of its legs, instead of claws, had only a stump.

Sunday, 4 April 2021

Dismissed by God’s Laugh - Don Carson

The powers of darkness descended in hate,
Maliciously, leeringly trying to bait
Their Victim, Creator, this self-emptied Man,
Committed to wrecking their Maker’s bold plan.

Saturday, 3 April 2021

Ovaria - Tjawangwa Dema

When midnight comes
I find I have been away too long
Blowing my insides upside down

Friday, 2 April 2021

Still they say hope is on the way - Becki Friend

Yesterday I felt myself
begin to die,
shadows behind my eyes
stretched between
a deepening green

Thursday, 1 April 2021

April - Bùi Chát

Bouts of rain drop on people’s heads
Wetness that changes lives
Lots of folks don’t know where to take refuge