I come from the remote borders of the land of oblivion. My songs will not sound beneath your balconies, I am the singer of the broken sanctuaries. Artist, dreamer, sensitive and tender, my music is a ...

And all that remains for me is to follow a violet darkness on soil where myths splinter and crack. Yes, love was time, and it too splintered and cracked like the face of our country.

Some things are better off unnamed? I can’t help but reason with your ash. Names become the first steppings into ruin, yes? Name a thing, and you’ve marked it for the end, of Imagination? And unless ...

As the leaves turn their backs on us And the lilac gives over to dusk, nothing Is ever certain, not even the house, stubborn In twilight as it outlasts the grove It was wrestled from. Those left ...

Reading the Poem: Silently read the poem “ The Lonely Street ” by William Carlos Williams. What do you notice about the poem?

Haleh Liza Gafori is an Iranian American translator, poet, performance artist, and composer born in New York City. Her book ...

stigmas on the body of air ...

It’s not only mine—we’re in the same current ...

O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear! your true-love’s coming That can sing both high and low; Trip no further, pretty sweeting, Journeys end in lovers’ meeting— Every wise man’s ...

We are pleased to announce that the 2025 Harold Morton Landon Translation Award will be judged by Roger Sedarat and the 2025 Raiziss/de Palchi Book Prize will be judged by Anna Kraczyna, Jennifer ...

Nicolás Heredia y Mota, a poet, novelist, journalist, literary critic, and revolutionary, was born in Baní, Santo Domingo ...

Edgar L. Peguero y Heredia was born in Salem, Massachusetts, in 1969 to immigrant parents from Bani, Dominican Republic. He is an amateur genealogist and historian who offers lectures at local schools ...