Broadsides

Plantains

“Everything ends, except this love:/Our bunches hanging in the rainy breeze” | by Juan Carlos Goleano

“The poor live on low ground waiting for the river/ to rise one night and sweep them out to sea.” | by Pablo Neruda

” I have washed the pebbles/ and the wind that clings to the trees” | by Hashim Shafiq

“Most/ people never bend/
in the fatal instant,” | by Kay Ryan

“We gathered our tears/ And the letters of the drowned” | by Abdul-Razzaq al-Rubai

“those puckered flowers—/the first signal the nervous system/is turning to quicksand. | by Amy Gerstler

“Today has been hell, he says, which means today has been/heaven.” | by Dag T. Straumvåg