Drowning in the time allotted for truce,we manufacture spare heartsin case we lose the hearts each of us has.We’re uncertain of life’s worthon the slipping edge,yet it seems hope can’t be shelled all at once.The minute details of war,poison gas we can’t thwartfrom ...
Goodbye to All That
For far too long, millennials, when not busy eviscerating the raisin and canned tuna industries, have been living like “bourgeois royalty” courtesy of benevolent investors who have, for years, subsidized the immiseration of millions of workers (millennial ...
Fady Joudah, the translator of the following poem, discusses it in an essay for the Los Angeles Review of Books. Read it here.
Colonial soldiers,what have they been doingto my poetry all these yearswhen I could have easily killed themin my poemsas they’ve killed my ...