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 …

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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 …

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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 …

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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 …

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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 …

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