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Hajjar Baban
My brother killed his best friend
when he was nineteen.
I live next to a surveillance
company. There, someone watched
me repeat our word
for father, so at night, walking
home, I wouldn't forget
the sound.
from the journal GUERNICA
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"Poem of the Week: Poem XVII by WH Auden"

"It’s as if even at the most basic level of form, there’d been a decision both to reflect stasis–the immutable 'lunar beauty'–and the movement of time. In the crucial line in verse two, 'time is inches,' and one might add that time is also the pulse of the poem, the dimeter rhythm carrying the thought from line to line, the sonic pattern of assertions and echoes."

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Isabel Zapata (Mexico City) on Ecopoetry Now


"I wrote the book Una ballena es un país (translated as A Whale Is a Country by Robin Myers), in an attempt to say what the language of the academy and the language of activism hadn’t allowed me to say....I conceived this book as an invitation to challenge the boundaries between action and reality, between poetry and essays and stories, between the role we think we play on this planet and the role that climate crisis and the sixth mass extinction demand we take up."
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