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Bruce Weigl

Spring 2009

My Waiting Brain

By Bruce Weigl

i There are certain pathways he must follow when he goes into my brain, or else something catastrophic might happen he said. He said any kind of bleeding in the […]

Summer 2005

For You

By Bruce Weigl

You don’t even know you love me, you whose forehead I want to lay my hands on. You don’t even know how I love you: when the river is high, […]

Summer 2005

Kingdom

By Bruce Weigl

Such a plaintive evening bird song, and summer only half away from us. Our nation’s Independence Day, not long beyond a war made from the liar’s chair, made from the […]

Summer 2005

In Hai Phong

By Bruce Weigl

for Nguyen Quang Thieu In Hai Phong I shared my small hotel room with a friend from Hanoi. He lay on the floor next to my bed, and in the […]

Summer 1995

Saint Anthony

By Liliana Ursu, translated by Bruce Weigl

            Translated from the Rumanian                   by Bruce Weigl   From the stars the hand of a child throws cherries at us. From the lake the hand of a child throws strawberries […]