Author Archives: dianeosiris

When I listen to Russian Music When I listen to Russian music snow begins to fall. I pull on overcoats that come with the records, coat over coat over coat, and leave my home forever. When I listen to Russian music I search for children in the drifts. I have only the coats on myContinue reading “Ray Keifetz”

La Senna In fondoin ognuno di noic’è una Sennaavvitata e contortasnodata e sgranatadebordante e cangiantefluente e degradanteverso le nostre assenzediluita nelle attesedileguata in capillari ramatiCon lampioni ai latie gialli e tenuicon ponti azzuccherati e nebbiosi con pioggia fineC’è una Sennatortuosa e impetuosaingabbiata da argini e panchine nubi basse e voragini radicate inurbamenti statici e doloriContinue reading “Adriano de Luna”

Osiris would like to thank all the writers who have contributed their work since 1972. You share your voices, your visions, and your cultures to stand in solidarity with your fellow writers. Each of you, writing in different languages, keys and registers, exploring harmonies and dissonances, moving language in new ways or embracing traditions, is unique.Continue reading “Appreciation from Osiris”

BROKEN RIVER  Nothing could be further from landscape, nothing so industrial contain the folded hills, water’s unravelled flow. Brutish constructions are all incorrect angles, polished and painted to be still. The river is broken, unimagined, spirit sucked dry, life bolted crudely together.

Sea and land The cold air is billowing through the cabinChrist the redeemer is draped in the national colourswe are disinfected when enteringthe boats return to the harbour at the day’s endthe man at the helm a woman still stretched out across the bow they are being delivered andthe sea flashing gold sprinklesand this isContinue reading “Patrick Williamson”

Returning to Ithaki  Come lose me in echo of falling apples – where I search taverna, smell of warm olives,  saganaki, only here; where green mountains cover like monsters from ancient myths  I will rest my final elegy like soft murmuration above sea. sitting at a bay,  same sea that stretched eyes – retained sleekContinue reading “Matt Duggan”

Osiris was born Tuesday, April 11, 1972, in a small white house along New York Route 43 in the town of Averill Park, New York. 1972 was a long time ago, in terms of culture and society, outlook and expectations. We took chances, gathered people together, allowed voices to be heard… A list of earlyContinue reading “Osiris, Looking Back 53 Years”

BOIS NOIRS, AU PASSAGE Aux monts des Bois noirs, comme seinsoù s’accrochent les longs nuages,les collines de résine exsudéela zébrure ocre sur les flancsdes coteaux, dont le schiste griset granite s’agrègent dansl’instrument de siècles lentsquelques prés enchâssés verdoientun peuplier pâle serréentre les troncs sonores des sapinsdeux vaches couchées soufflentau pâturage bordé de ronciers,vers Les Salles,Continue reading “Cécile A. Holdban”

CARNET DE L’ÉPHÉMÈRE Dans le présent décomposéau passage de la disparueface à l’horizon tu mesures l’enferla matière du deuil à peine murmuréecomme au tournant d’une autre vie Sphinx fuyant le soirà son approche plus vive présencetu creuses le chemin à ton pasla mesure indéchiffrableouvre le balancier de tes jambes Brûlure immédiated’un même sang précipitéta nuditéContinue reading “Alain Fabre-Catalan”