Rain Stone
Before the dawn the old man leaves his nightly sleep, and slips into a giant stone in his front lawn. Inside the stone he finds a clear and bluish chunk: the heart of rain, well-aged, nurtured by time. By Joko …
Issue 4 Summer 2013’s collection of publications.
Before the dawn the old man leaves his nightly sleep, and slips into a giant stone in his front lawn. Inside the stone he finds a clear and bluish chunk: the heart of rain, well-aged, nurtured by time. By Joko …
Rain grows on my head, rain that refreshes time. It sprinkles tiny drops. It trickles tiny ticks, with tiny thunderbolts. The rain from my childhood. By Joko Pinurbo translated, from the Bahasa, by Wawan Eko Yulianto Wawan Eko Yulianto …
Allow the thirsty rain to swallow brimming tears that simmer in your cup. By Joko Pinurbo translated, from the Bahasa, by Wawan Eko Yulianto Wawan Eko Yulianto is a graduate student in the Program in Comparative Literature and Cultural …
She sings – the purling lyrics melt Like violet kisses on the lips; One glance – within her eyes are felt The welkin’s distant, swirling mists. And if she walks, her every move – Or breathes a word, its every …
Nighttime, the street, a pharmacy, A lamp. Its senseless, dusky flame. Live for another quarter century. All will, a cycle, be the same. You’ll die – again you’ll start anew. And all will, as of old, repeat. Night, water, icy …
I went to bliss; the footpath gleamed The ruby tint of evening dew; And ebbing in my spirit streamed The far-off voice of dawn anew. The song of dawn, ensconcing me Surged forth to fade; the heavens glowed; And through …
The hour was still. The surf lay at our feet. You smiled, saying as we parted ways: “We’ll meet again… Until a different day…” That was a lie. We knew we’d never meet Again. We had forever said goodbye. The …
A head scowling at us. Move into the shadowed passes! Gentle whispers, fading. We learn. We pass. We are left coated in dust. Teach us. We are strong enough. Tell us everything there is to know. We only know, what …
time passes through us as innocent as water splashing the bowl is a vessel for our truth I’m sure of it empty the warmth from one body and all the world is wet barren days, bare lands then the waterflower …
Who is this? This beautiful man Who started it all Who did this? This beautiful doom You hold inside Blistering, blisters boil My toes and lips You howl my name Wipe the North Pole off the map You are the …