I’m Zak, a second-year poetry concentrator and this year’s archivist for the Columbia Journal. In celebration of our sixtieth issue, I will be leading various archival projects, and I’m pleased to kick off “60 for 60,” where we’ll publish sixty…
Return to the South? by Joaquín Brotóns Peñasco, Translated from Spanish by Hayden Bergman
Return to the South? by Joaquín Brotóns Peñasco, Translated from Spanish by Hayden Bergman
One Poem by Daniel Baker
Poem for A.M. Light break detected, radiatingerratic likeness meant as morning, orthe saying of it, new day, this simple acceptanceturns toward a meter for me to matchpure extension in the line. A vague greyscale blurs shape from which no definition invites sense,…
Waka Poems, Translated from Japanese by Naoko Fujimoto
Waka Poems, Translated from Japanese by Naoko Fujimoto
3 Poems by Moyi Mbourangon, Translated from French by Yarri Kamara
We are of this century… Not the one that is gonePerhaps the one comingAnd as dreams burst seamsWe will not rewrite the same storyNot with empty wordsNot with human bloodNot with human fleshNot with the winds of violenceThe century will…
3 Poems By Chris Campanioni
10 March 2019, 2:06 PM Midwood fantasy in the back all writing is isn’t ita gameof disappearances& the gift of forgetting this life for another which is for another & more real plus the desireto stop, to allowthe hard returnof flesh on…
5 Poems by Hael Lopez, Translated from Spanish by Ariel Francisco
PARALLEL (05.17) 5 A.M. I was small.It would’ve taken my entire lifeto traverse the days dividing us.Imagine me two centimeters tall anxiously screaming from the floor.Imagine a wet ant trying,step by step,to reach the temple. I was just a face…
Spring Contest Winner in Translation: The Odd Month
Poems from ‘The Odd Month’ by Valeria Meiller translated from the Spanish by Whitney DeVos
One Poem by Syd Westley
If To become a boy was not so expensive When disrobing, my lover did not gaze with pleasure at the slight curve of my hip When fucking, I did not float to the walls and watch from afar Nothing in…
Spring Contest Runner Up in Translation: To the Roots
Poems from ‘To the Roots’ by Ra Heeduk translated from the Korean by Lauren Albin
Three Poems by Pablo Saborío
Perennial Plato talks about his hands, how good, so virtual, dreamed tools. He moves through 24 centuries as a rope carrying a wave. My chin rests on my palm imperceptibly seeking sensation; stubs of beard soon fated for the sink. There is a madness that never goes dry, is it age entering …
The Aureliano Poems
Aureliano contends with what little he knows. Lists make the world into something graspable solitude careful intent fate These three things made up his armor His shining armor shone Do you remember the ice yes just like that in my shining armor too I can…