By Sasha Dugdale
The downs are certainly lovely, although by mortal loveliness
did you mean they would disappear one day…
did you mean they would disappear one day…
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- By Yasmine AmeliNanny’s husband is dead, and her six children are growing. Every morning, she readjusts her one fake…
- By Yasmine AmeliSa’id goes missing. Forty years later, my mama tells me his poems got into the wrong hands. It is the…
- By Yasmine AmeliIn another story, my baba bozorg paints flowers. He is little. His name Amir means shah, but the shah…
- By Petr HruškaTranslated By Jonathan BoltonThey had already sat down on the bed. Then the man
remembered the back door was still open. He groped… - By Jorie GrahamThe blades like irises turning very fast to see you completely—steel-blue then red where the cut occurs…
- By Cameron Awkward-RichI wake up & it breaks my heart. I draw the blinds & the thrill of rain breaks my heart. I go outside…
- By Ada LimónI pass the feeder and yell, Grackle party! And then an hour later I yell, Mourning dove afterparty! (I call the feeder the party and the seed on the ground the afterparty.) I am getting so good at watching that...
- By Tilsa OttaTranslated By Farid MatukTo voice something that doesn’t end in a smile is odd. The spirit circles the body, doctors can’t see…
- By Tilsa OttaPronunciar algo que no termine en una sonrisa es extraño. El alma circula por el cuerpo,los doctores…
- By Mike DoughtyHe was jailed for cruelty to insects, and his agent wasn’t answering the phone, so he stayed awake in the cell all night, pictures jumping around his head of the cops and the blowdryer they took as evidence. He used...
- By Chase Twichell“You can’t kiss a movie,” Jean-Luc Godard said, and this is mostly true, in that you cannot initiate the kiss. The Movie could initiate the kiss if The Movie wanted, as it is so much taller, leaning in, no way...
- By Marosa di GiorgioTranslated By Sarah María MedinaMama said “wedding crowns,” and I looked at the tight bouquets, dark white, forbidding, portraits of ancient weddings, too serious, the groom stiff, the bride boxed, like a doll, adorned with rhinestones.
The brides of the orchards crossing the entire lettuce... - By Marosa di GiorgioPasaban murciélagos, prendidos a la ropa de las vacas, las gacelas; cuando pude quité alguno.
Y otros, más domésticos, colgaron en la cocina con la cabeza para abajo; papá les daba vino, cigarrillos. Las mujeres, más ilusas, poníamos rosas y alhelíes,... - By Marosa di GiorgioTranslated By Sarah María MedinaWhen I was six years old, eight years old, my grandmother decreed a garment of hare, which would ward off all evil. And, so, she made a coat of hare fur and took in the seams, and, inside, tucked pencils...
- By Marosa di GiorgioCuando tenía seis años, ocho años, la abuela dictaminó vestido de liebre, que me librase de todo mal. Y, entonces, hizo un sacón de piel de liebre y lo ajustó, y, adentro, puso lápices y libros.
Al alba, antes, en la... - By Marosa di GiorgioTranslated By Sarah María MedinaThe bats arrived, attached to the coats of calves, gazelles; when I could, I plucked one off.
And others, tamer, hung in the kitchen with their heads upside down; papa gave them wine, cigarettes. The women, dreamier, set out roses and... - By Marosa di GiorgioMamá decía “coronas de novia,” y yo miraba los racimos apretados, de un blanco oscuro, adusto, retratos de antiguas bodas, demasiado serias, el novio tieso, la novia en caja, como una muñeca, con adornos de strass.
Las novias de los huertos... - By Diana Marie DelgadoI turn on the radio and hear voices, girls becoming women after tragedy. Talk about dreams! His heart was covered in a thin shell the color of moon and when touched, I grew old. The best movies have a philosophy...
- By Rickey LaurentiisBecause I should’ve wrote this years ago, I’m crying. So what my slow failure pass the years
Make me be crying. So what in Bethlehem I tried to push so much against it, where the Wall is checkpoint...