This weeks poems are part of a project by Ian Haight to translate the works of Hyesim; he was the first Zen poet in Korea, and the tradition of Zen Buddhist poetry in Korea begins…
Browsing Category Poetry
The Red Rock by C. Dylan Bassett
This is what I call home: dust-burnt dirt, a rose of sandstone and bone but a rose in slow blossom. Here the space is Russian-blank (a God-great blow drier), where milk-sour ooze belly-drips…
The Invention of Monsters by C. Dylan Bassett
Remember Dali’s half-way bodies bent to hide? The flaming animals and the angle-cat baby heterosexual? I almost missed you there in the corner examining a butterfly while the lonely blue dog not…
Undone by C. Dylan Bassett
The body knows things before we know them. It feels them without tongue or need of drum: I knew something was gone from our home before I saw it. The door once party-painted blue…
What I Have to Say by Clifton Bates
My hands are only two tendrils. I need dozens to sign what I have to say. But it’d all fall on deaf ears because it’s questionable what I have to say. Image by: Anders…