Martha Collins

Martha Collins

From “Blue Front”

There were trees on those streets that were named
for trees: Sycamore, Cedar, Poplar, Pine,
Elm, where the woman’s body was found,
where the man’s body was taken and burned—

There must have been trees, there were trees
on Seventh Street, in front of the house that stands
in the picture behind the carriage that holds
the boy’s mother, the boy’s cousin, the boy—

And of course there were trees on Washington
Avenue, wide boulevard lined with exotic
ginkgoes, stately magnolias, there were trees
on that street that are still on that street,

trees that shaded the fenced-in yards of the large
Victorian houses, the mansion built by the man
who sold flour to Grant for the Union troops,
trees that were known to the crowd that saw

the victim hanged, though not on a tree, this
was not the country, they used a steel arch
with electric lights, and later a lamppost, this
was a modern event, the trees were not involved.

LITANI POU PÒTPRENS

Yon makòn 21 fanm ak gason Yon akolad rèl Yon koleksyon 21 tèks lapawòl Nan yon litani gerizon Pou kòmanse on tretman pou peyi a… LE GOÛT DES LARMES In memoriam pour Port-au-PrinceL’été se faufile entre deux joursDeux jours à vivreIci on les vit à peine ou maldans la faim l’ordure la blessureDans cette ville…

Alan Smith

Alan Smith

    Partimos A este paso la tierra llegará al horizonte. Olvidémonos ahora de la estrella de agua, y la tela soltera en la arena, es decir, después del bosque oscuro, donde nació el mar partimos del principio de que la noche se ahoga, partimos sin estaciones.

Gayle Roby

Gayle Roby

Short-sleeved Poet Jacket There she is on page 14 of the women’s catalog, leaning in to hear the joke or applause, smiling in pumice, sizes 2 to 20, short-sleeved because she’s out in spring, that chartreuse haze behind the railing where she balances a slim bare hand. But why should I poke fun at her…

Luke Salisbury

Luke Salisbury

The night belongs to us (From The Answer is Baseball) The night belongs to us I listen late at night My wife is asleep My son moves in his cradle As if the “Red Sox” are troubling his dream Million of people are listening baseball the night belongs to us ***** ***** ***** La noche…

Fred Edson Lafortune

Fred Edson Lafortune

Saisons (À D’jannie Pierre-Louis) Perdue sur l’élan de ton corps légendaire La pluie plume à la main Te dessine dans les semailles du jour Quand s’étirent tes yeux endormis Au fond de ma jeunesse La pluie aux yeux de fantasmes raturés Vient enfiler ses paupières Sur les lettres qui relisent L’anaphore abandonnée Sur les pas…

Jean Dany Joachim

Jean Dany Joachim

    SANCTUARY This landthat holds usall of uswith our housesand churchesour monumentsour cathedralsand our treesour prideand humility This land thatfirst welcomedour forefathersand their neighborswith all they brought along:their ambitionstheir sorrowsand dreams This land thatwitnessed offenses transgressions and betrayals This land we’re treading onits story must be toldand never forgottenit must be honoredand be treasured This…