Skip to content
Words Without Borders "stands as a monument to international collaboration and a shared belief in artistic possibility." — 2018 Whiting Literary Magazine Prize Citation
from the October 2006 issue


Threads that are worn through, idle affairs.
The sky is an ungrateful fabric and the clouds make darts
in the cotton. That's how I see it that's how.
It wrinkles a little more, the forehead, to see the evil
showing through the tissue's color.
Then over that withered other,
until it covers the curled feet
alongside a rotted frame.
I don't want to see the feet, my beautiful feet
under the needle's guide, biting out a little house
an afternoon of how beautiful I was! seated on your knees,

Read more from the October 2006 issue
Like what you read? Help WWB bring you the best new writing from around the world.