BONE-EATING SNOT FLOWER

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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Consider the Dove a Bird of Prey

by 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.

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toll booth

by 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

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The Bronze Vessel

by 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

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Variations on Weights and Measures

by 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.

translationcarte blanche magazineApril 16, 2024Dominique Russell, Hector de Saint-Denys GarneauComment