Winter Oasis It is snowing violently behind my eyes as I try to sleep, out there the dancing prairie falcon is pressed into the ground, the bright hawk flamboyant as a kite in the sun turns raven against the clouds and the solitaire, a grey ghost peers through the French windows to see me passContinue reading “Nathaniel Tarn”
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JUNE 15 to SEPTEMBER 1, 2026
Marc-André Villeneuve
La voix ne meurt jamais. PAGE BLANCHE fourmis sur le plancher en bois porte entre-ouverte s’égare une hirondelle le grand fleuve charrie des vagues la houle nous soulève jusqu’au firmament des heures mouvement perpétuel nous sommes essoufflés au désert d’une page blanche où ne s’épanouit aucune palmeraie buée sur la vitre herbe en appel d’air l’aubeContinue reading “Marc-André Villeneuve”
Solidarité et Paix
Qui se souvient de la Terre?
Nous ne connaîtrons jamais leurs noms.
A Clear Space
For the mind, the spirit, the soul of the world.
Fabrice Farre
Il fait un rêve… Il fait un rêve d’olive noire. Tombé au pied de l’arbre porteur, pressentant le désert avant d’en effleurer le sable, sa peau se ride. L’absence du regard de ses semblables le colore, et sa forme qui roule s’arrondit lorsqu’elle s’épuise. Cette nuit, la frayeur crée le noyau. Osiris 101, 2025
OSIRIS 101
Submissions for Osiris 103
June 15-September 1, 2026 Please send 3-6 previously unpublished texts and a 50 to 75-word biblio-bio. Translators must include a letter of permission from the original publisher or author and copies of the original texts. osirispoetry@gmail.com Osiris does not publish any text written with the aid of AI, nor do we publish previously published material.Continue reading “Submissions for Osiris 103”
Günter Kunert
Translated from the German by Gerald Chapple INCIDENT The very momentI opened the bookthe letters buzzedup and away: leaving mewith beautifully bound oblivion Bending speechless over blankpages of history Ino longer knewwhat was what iswho I amcan be want to bewill be Agitated scribesleapt around with giant netsbrought me their catchthen shook the tired remnantsbackContinue reading “Günter Kunert”