Category: Articles
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Singular two
A recent poem of mine the baby at the edge of his change tablea leg lolling over the sidelimp wrist, fingers curledto lick and pullmemory is seeking formmind is seeking matterthen those fingers find rounded bumpsbut the tongue waitslike silence always waitsbreath at the hole it needspunctures she’s thereself contained unit of the childelbows are…
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Our translation of “Ombra fosca i enganxosa:” A poem by Antoni Cardona
(English version: “Dark and sticky shadow” – Brett Hetherington and Antoni Cardona, translators) Slippery and heavy,it runs tired of the rejection that it provokes,without a ceasefire the shadow looks for someone to hang onto.It tries convincing pederasts,parent-killers, robbers, assassins of royalty,rapists, genocidal-maniacs, pyromaniacs,among other sinister characters.So laudable and beneficial, the task,and only a few with…
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“How He Feels When the Heat Leaves His Days”
A poem by Matt Hetherington translated into Catalan by Brett Hetherington and Antoni Cardona How He Feels When the Heat Leaves His Dayswherever it goes, the ache makeslike it’s right at home, but oftennot too long. even hurt is restless, and nothingcomes back on itself, not even the sea.he forgives himself, then gives himself advice,…
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90 seconds exactly
(My translation from the Catalan original “Tot just noranta segons” with the author, Antoni Cardona) When Nadia was running downstairs from the 6th floor, doing up her dressing gown, cursing the wind and her mistake she came across the boy from door 4, floor 4 the one who never says good morning She put the…
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