December 2020
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Sylwia Chrostowska BALLAD OF DEAD LOVERS We could be ashes scattered upward by an unknown hand Mine the grayer yours the finer dust Parted at cremation by stoker and law Come together again Commingling in midair None living to separate us We could be a heap of bones lying in an unseen place Where we’d…
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بشكلٍ افتراضيّ / ميسشيل زيمباكا ترجمة د. يوسف حنا / فلسطين رَتْلٌ بِكُلِّ المَرارَةِ لبحرٍ غارقٍ في سَعادَتِهِ الزَّرقاءَ يحفظُ جَميعَ المَعالِمِ في القُرصانِ، لاتزانِ النَّغَم. ابدأ دائِماً مِن جَديد كما يَفعلُ أُولئِكَ الَّذينَ يُدرِكونَ أَنفُسَهم بينَ مَوجَتَيْنِ سَحابَةٌ سَرْمَدِيَّةٌ في مِرآةِ سَماءٍ رَمادِيَّةٍ مُنذُ المَطَرِ الأَخير. ما زِلتُ أَتعلَّمُ فَكَّ الأَزرارِ. الضحكُ الصامتُ الذي…
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By Default Translated by / Pierre Petiot Row all the bitternessOf a drowned seaIn its happiness of bluesConfit of all landmarksIn buccaneer, pitch balance Always start overAs do those who recognize themselvesBetween two wavesIn the mirror of a graying skyAgeless cloudOf the last rain I am learning to unbuttonThe wordless laughter that arose from an…
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FIVE POEMS By / © Neil Flowers Neil Flowers was born in Montreal. He has lived in Ottawa, Toronto, Vancouver, Vancouver Island, Saltspring Island, Albuquerque, Italy, and Mexico. He was a member of the legendary modern/contemporary poetry seminar given by the Canadian poet Robert Hogg at Carleton University, Ottawa. Currently, Neil travels back and forth…
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Please Keep Your Distance Every time I write a paragraph I think of it as a knot to secure my place in the world. Which is ridiculous. And reckless. It’s better to think of it as a fuselage. Or a harness. Leather straps attached to words which are pulling a meaningful cargo across the prairie.…