{"id":229,"date":"2012-09-22T17:49:46","date_gmt":"2012-09-22T17:49:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue16\/?page_id=229"},"modified":"2026-05-28T20:42:41","modified_gmt":"2026-05-28T20:42:41","slug":"poetry","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue16\/writings\/poetry\/","title":{"rendered":"Poetry"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<!-- Page-list plugin v.6.3 wordpress.org\/plugins\/page-list\/ -->\n<div class=\"page-list page-list-ext \">\n<div class=\"page-list-ext-item\"><div class=\"page-list-ext-image\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue16\/writings\/poetry\/afam-akeh\/\" title=\"Writings \/ Poetry: Afam Akeh\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue16\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2019\/03\/Afam-Akeh.jpg\" width=\"80\" alt=\"Writings \/ Poetry: Afam Akeh\" \/><\/a><\/div> <h3 class=\"page-list-ext-title\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue16\/writings\/poetry\/afam-akeh\/\" title=\"Writings \/ Poetry: Afam Akeh\">Writings \/ Poetry: Afam Akeh<\/a><\/h3><div class=\"page-list-ext-item-content\">American Trauma \r\nThere is a hole in the ground the dead cannot fill.\r\nOnly memory can feed it. And silence,\r\n\r\nthat populous sound. What the world calls power\r\nis suddenly rubble, concrete piled on grief.\r\n\r\nThe ruins of everything everywhere\r\nevidence...<\/div><\/div>\n<div class=\"page-list-ext-item\"><div class=\"page-list-ext-image\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue16\/writings\/poetry\/luca-xifona\/\" title=\"Writings \/ Poetry: Luca Xifona\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue16\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2019\/03\/no_photo-150x150.jpg\" width=\"80\" alt=\"Writings \/ Poetry: Luca Xifona\" \/><\/a><\/div> <h3 class=\"page-list-ext-title\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue16\/writings\/poetry\/luca-xifona\/\" title=\"Writings \/ Poetry: Luca Xifona\">Writings \/ Poetry: Luca Xifona<\/a><\/h3><div class=\"page-list-ext-item-content\">Yes \/ No \/ Yes \r\nThe day after that unexpected night,\r\nTrees were set to scatter blossoms; the sun\r\nEvaporated all our camouflage:\r\nWe were no longer friends, but lovers.\r\n\r\nI felt I could splash through petals: At last\u2014\r\nLike spoons sliding together\u2014we\u2019d coupl...<\/div><\/div>\n<div class=\"page-list-ext-item\"><div class=\"page-list-ext-image\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue16\/writings\/poetry\/chielozona-eze\/\" title=\"Writings \/ Poetry: Chielozona Eze\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue16\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2019\/03\/Chielozona-Eze-Picture-pic-150x150.jpg\" width=\"80\" alt=\"Writings \/ Poetry: Chielozona Eze\" \/><\/a><\/div> <h3 class=\"page-list-ext-title\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue16\/writings\/poetry\/chielozona-eze\/\" title=\"Writings \/ Poetry: Chielozona Eze\">Writings \/ Poetry: Chielozona Eze<\/a><\/h3><div class=\"page-list-ext-item-content\">Poetry \r\nIt is not speaking in tongue, child;\r\nit is baiting fish with fish. \r\n\r\nAnd so, I, a blind, tap around\r\nfor the door to my history.\r\nIt\u2019s dark and dark everywhere.\r\nEmpty spaces cry for meaning!\r\n\r\nI have sworn a bond with life.\r\nTo hold my e...<\/div><\/div>\n<div class=\"page-list-ext-item\"><div class=\"page-list-ext-image\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue16\/writings\/poetry\/emily-izsak\/\" title=\"Writings \/ Poetry: Emily Izsak\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue16\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2019\/03\/Emily-Izsak-pic-1-150x150.jpg\" width=\"80\" alt=\"Writings \/ Poetry: Emily Izsak\" \/><\/a><\/div> <h3 class=\"page-list-ext-title\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue16\/writings\/poetry\/emily-izsak\/\" title=\"Writings \/ Poetry: Emily Izsak\">Writings \/ Poetry: Emily Izsak<\/a><\/h3><div class=\"page-list-ext-item-content\">Do We Not Laugh? \r\nYou've been Shylocked,\r\nI said,\r\nas I dipped the tip of my nose\r\ninto pursed lips.\r\nThis is how Jews kiss.\r\nYou pinched a pound of stomach flesh-\r\nthough I owed you the rest of it.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\nFresco \r\nThe putto mooning the bridegroom\r\nspews...<\/div><\/div>\n\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"parent":1408,"menu_order":6,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-229","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue16\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/229","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue16\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue16\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue16\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue16\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=229"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue16\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/229\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1621,"href":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue16\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/229\/revisions\/1621"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue16\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1408"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue16\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=229"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}