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From “The Last Letter of My Body”, translated from Russian by Anne O. Fisher
it’s winter here: the winter rains come, the roses bloom
Alex Averbuch
From a Bench at MOMA
Don’t wanna, don’t wanna,
Clare Rossini
From A Line By Kawabata
A solitary shadow in stillness
Ron Slate
From AfterTalk
Dumuzi spoke: “My sister, I would go with you to my garden
Chard deNiord
From Bajo la lluvia ajena (In Foreign Rain) by Juan Gelman, translated by Lisa Rose Bradford
On the tiers of experience.
Juan Gelman
From Blue as White (The Book of Margins) by Helga Landauer-Olshvang |
Get out alive – spine, spleen, whole
Helga Landauer-Olshvang
from Border Crossings
On dark nights when I have no words of my
Dennis Maloney
from Brexit suivi de la migration des murs (Les Éditions Diable Vauvert 2020) Translated from French by Nathan Dize and Siobhan Meï
Once upon a poster, let’s call it
James Noël
from Canisy
Whenever we lined up to march into class, the assistant at my grandfather’s school always had us sing the kind of
Jean Follain
from Devil Mutant Child
Exactly the hair I wanted,
Thylias Moss
from Fourteen Fourteenliners
Why can say passion fruit for instance always begin again
Hsia Yü
from In the Fires of Absence
Beautiful gelid just-
Claire Malroux
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