by Erin Robinsong
The ocean is as close as the cunt / you come from & now it’s like we // never met, some irrelevance far / from our star, the metropole
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The ocean is as close as the cunt / you come from & now it’s like we // never met, some irrelevance far / from our star, the metropole
Read Moreby Julie Triganne
I was cast as the dove in a church recital: / “I am the dove of Christ.” Five years old, / I held a paper-plate bird. If the dove means salvation, / reconsider salvation. Pluck feathers from the gravy.
Read Moreby Stephanie Yorke
the little debit / machine says ma-ma-ma / to get the satellite’s attention / by now she’s impervious / so he uses her first name
Read Moreby Diana Halfpenny, translated from Suzanne Jacob
The alarm has only just sounded, and already the three women have started to run. Are they running towards or away from something? When I first saw them in June 2014, I assumed they must be running away
Read Moreby Dominique Russell, translated from Hector de Saint-Denys Garneau
It’s not about pulling things by the hair / Tying a woman’s hair to a pony’s tail / Piling up the dead in a line / On the edge of a sword, on the edge of time.
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