Which language will you make your moon and which your earth?

By Susan Moon
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Poetry

Which language will you make your moon and which your earth?

Interviews

A conversation with Jenny Xie

Poetry

The soul advances, the soul is trampling the universe.

Poetry

India’s Covid-19 lockdown was ordered in four phases.

Poetry

“To Hold Hands Again” and “When My Songs are Over, I Lose My Grip”

Poetry

We are not rich, neither are we poor.

Poetry

“@nature, i avoid you,” “my life newly painted is well,” and “@nature, teach me things”

Poetry

I too wander the temple of knowing.

Poetry

For you, I sing the same songs and read the same obit.

Poetry

“Good morning. Happy Birthday of your favorite Ganesh. Love. Good Day.” and “Please don’t forget about your flu shot.”

Poetry

“Poem of Beginnings” and “The Sarah Poems”

Poetry

“The Buddha Tries to Withdraw Money During the Revolution” and “On Being Absent During the Revolution”

Poetry

At night, I whisper the word for woman, then other, repeat again.

Poetry

How does it feel to watch / the seeds of your destruction / walk away from you?

Poetry

Still, I am begging to be forgiven for the love / of my life

Poetry

In the first days, everything beckons / you.

Poetry

I touch my tongue to bitter starlight

Poetry

Of my heart, / my eyes. I stole your bifocals and we crashed into /
the kitchen table and all you could see was sunlight.

Poetry

Which language will you make your moon and which your earth?

Interviews

A conversation with Jenny Xie

Poetry

“Poem of Beginnings” and “The Sarah Poems”

Poetry

The soul advances, the soul is trampling the universe.

Poetry

India’s Covid-19 lockdown was ordered in four phases.

Poetry

“The Buddha Tries to Withdraw Money During the Revolution” and “On Being Absent During the Revolution”

Poetry

“To Hold Hands Again” and “When My Songs are Over, I Lose My Grip”

Poetry

At night, I whisper the word for woman, then other, repeat again.

Poetry

We are not rich, neither are we poor.

Poetry

How does it feel to watch / the seeds of your destruction / walk away from you?

Poetry

“@nature, i avoid you,” “my life newly painted is well,” and “@nature, teach me things”

Poetry

Still, I am begging to be forgiven for the love / of my life

Poetry

I too wander the temple of knowing.

Poetry

In the first days, everything beckons / you.

Poetry

For you, I sing the same songs and read the same obit.

Poetry

I touch my tongue to bitter starlight

Poetry

“Good morning. Happy Birthday of your favorite Ganesh. Love. Good Day.” and “Please don’t forget about your flu shot.”

Poetry

Of my heart, / my eyes. I stole your bifocals and we crashed into /
the kitchen table and all you could see was sunlight.