maize
Translated by Tanya Huntington maize. an acre full. pencils. a pack of twenty-four full…
Literature /literatura
Poetry /poesía
The Butchers’ Reincarnation: Visions of the Nuclear Age
Reencarnación de los carniceros: Visiones de la Era Nuclear
Translated by Trans. G. J. Racz The Horsemen of the Apocalypse At twelve they’ll come by frothing at the mouth and leave their tufts of smoke before you there…
HAMARTIA HATCHET
Translated by Lawrence Schimel Losing, Losing I lost my life to the roulette wheel. It wasn’t voluntary. I’m addicted to gambling, had only that left to bet. I lost my…
Tipos de agua. El camino de Santiago
Traducción al español de Sara Cantú Pérez de Salazar St. Jean Pied de Port ..................................................................20 de junio bueno es saber que los vasos nos sirven para beber. Machado…
Decreación
Sleepchains Who can sleep when she— hundreds of miles away I feel that vast breath fan her restless decks. Cicatrice by cicatrice all the links rattle once. Here we go…
Three Poems
TRES POEMAS
SANDS OF SILENCE I carry deserts within, the warm sands of silence. Edmond Jabès 1. I hold the memory of a name on the tip of my tongue, which is…
CALIFORNIA APPLES
Manzanas de California
Translated by Kristin Dykstra A California apple costs thirty centavos. A tiny apple that arrived in our port as contraband. It fits inside a fist. (I give it to my…
You Just Don’t Talk About It
Open as the leaf as the sidewalk as the tear & the iris as the casket upon visitation as the door when the twig school opens as the tongue that…
Decir otro lugar
Coopera conmigo y aplaza todas las palabras que no digan nada. Pon sobre esta superficie las más logradas, retén tu silencio que ahora mismo estoy escarbando mi lengua para decirte…
Tierra
San Pedro Sacatepéquez, Guatemala TV reporter: a black suit bites into him at the shoulders, arms and waist. Stalk of the microphone sways between the hospital bed pillow of the…
La arena del silencio
Llevo dentro de mí los desiertos, la arena caliente del silencio. Edmond Jabès 1. Tengo el recuerdo de un nombre en la punta de la lengua, por eso exploro las…
Two Poems
English translation by Tanya Huntington Jonah The word fish wriggles its way deep into the river. And now, on my command, it bites into another fish there, in the dark.…
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