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Three Poems by Hendri Yulius Wijaya
photo by Giovanni Apruzzese
Translated from the Bahasa Indonesian by Edward GunawanFrankissstein
Victor Frankenstein goes on an excursion to the Cloud.
His scientist instincts never extinguish.Scavenging mutilated bodies:
Stomachs of the washboards, arms of gladiators,
Engorged eggplants and sumptuous melons.
A cornucopia. -
Five Haikus by Antonio Guzman Gomez
photo by Giovanni Apruzzese
Translated from the Maya Tseltal by Kiran Bhat
You open your eyes
and wake up the sun so that
a new day can start.
Wik’a asit
ya xojobaj talel k’aal,
ya sakub k’inal.
Abres tus ojos
y se levanta el sol,
despierta el d
Every morning
at the back of a mountain
the sun yawns awake.
Ta jujun sab,
ta yach’ te’tikil,
ya sjach’ ye te k’aale. -
Habors of Pain by Elhassan Ait Elamal
photo by Giovanni Apruzzese
Translated from the Arabic by Essam M. Al-Jassim
The moment his body was laid in the grave, it began constricting, his chest tightening against the suffocating confinement, as though he were being pulled upward into the sky. Comfort eluded him. He resolved to rise from the grave and return home, but the graveyard’s guardians posed a problem—they rarely allowed the dead to leave. When they did, it was only at certain times, and most often that was in the middle of the night.
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“Out of Sorts” by Muzzafer Kale Translated from the Turkish by Ralph Hubbell
Photo by Giovanni Apruzzese
When you come across someone in one place after only ever seeing him in another place, you’ll likely have trouble remembering how you know him; but that’s not how this was!
He comes in and takes a seat four or five tables away. I doubt he notices me. He looks preoccupied. One can get a little disheveled sometimes, it’s inevitable; somehow you can’t pull yourself together, which then makes it hard to notice whatever is going on around you. Or maybe he hasn’t woken up yet. There’s a fog in his head and it hasn’t even begun to clear.
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“Sabbath” by Alfonsina Storni Translated from the Argentinian Spanish by Ulyses Razo
Art by Adelaide Snow
I rose early & walked barefoot
Through the halls. I stole to the gardens
And kissed the plants.
I soaked up the clean breath of the earth,
Thrown on the grass;
I bathed in the fountain that green achiras
Surround. Much later, wet with water,
I brushed my hair. I perfumed the hands
With scented serum of sampaguita. Squeamish,
Fine herons
Stole blonde shreds from my dress.
Then I put on my bugle suit, lighter
Than the very same gauze. -
Two Poems by Chloé Savoie-Bernard from “Royaume Scotch Tape” Translated from the Québécois French by April Yee
image curtesy of The Public Domain Review
weather forecast
saturday night all over again
girls smoked down to the filter
bloomed girls craving pollen
dropping petal by petal
girls will fall from windows
shower in villeray mile end hochelaga
pretty girls with conditioned hair
wafting clinique happy
discounted at the department store
bring your umbrellas
girls will rain to the ground
dust ash from their dresses
to get to their lovers’ homes
legs twisted from the fall
elbows knees
palms bloodied
gravel-
bedded wounds
they’ll get up anyway
and all those boys
will cover their injured limbs
in mickey mouse band aids
prévision météorologique
samedi soir une fois encore
des filles fumées jusqu’au filtre
des filles fleurs en manque de pollen
qui s’étiolent pétale après pétale
des filles tomberont des fenêtres
crachin dans villeray mile end hochelaga
de jolies filles aux cheveux hydratés
sentant le clinique happy
en solde chez la baie
sortez vos parapluies
elles s’écraseront lourdement au sol
épousseteront la cendre de leurs robes
pour remonter chez leurs amants
les jambes tordues par l’impact
les coudes les genoux
les paumes en sang
de la garnotte
plein leurs blessures
elles remonteront quand même
et les garçons qu’elles rejoignent
mettront sur leurs corps accidentés
des band aids mickey mouse
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third date
looking at the ceiling of your room it’s time for confessions the post-coital chalice
you confess all your exes are screamers the rest of your phrase slipping a sigh I
want to take back the echo ask what kind of screams gah you reply crazy screams
i fling on my clothes won’t see you ever again definitely don’t walk me out that’s
too proper i’d rather take back everything i left behind slamming the door of your
flat repatriate my residues my shedded cells where you’ll sleep tonight and
tomorrow and the day after till you decide to dissolve me and wash from your
sheets the remaining tatters of my skin let them longlive me let them hug you
sweetly and shush don’t talk about girls like that let my sebum and scent sing you
to sleep and watch your slumber while exhaling in your ear that all the nutcases
the psychos the wack jobs that all the crazies are all my sisters
troisième date
on regarde le plafond de ta chambre c’est le moment des confessions I guess
calice de post-coït cave tu m’avoues qu toutes tes ex sont des crisses dans un
soupir sille le reste de ta phrase je veux récupérer l’echo te demande des crisse de
quoi han tu me réponds des crisse de folles je me rhabille rapidement ne te
reverrai jamais ne me reconduis surtout pas ça va être correct mais j’aurais préféré
reprendre tout ce que j’ai laissé de moi en fermant la porte de ton appartement
dans de grands mouvement de bras rapatrier mes résidus mes cellules mortes dans
lesquelles tu te coucheras ce soir et demain et après-demain jusqu’à ce que tu
décides de me dissoudre en mettant tes draps au lavage puisqu’ils doivent rester la
les lambeaux de ma peau qu’ils me prolongent qu’ils t’étreignent doucement et te
chuchotent qu’on ne dit pas ça des filles qu’elles sont folles que mon sébum et les
restes de mon parfum te bercent et veillent ton sommeil en te soufflant sur la
nuque que toutes les bâtardes les démentes les étrangères que toutes le folles sont
mes soeurs
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