Tag: Poetry
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Fact
Please don’t ask me about my abuse. I wasn’t really there.
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Untitled mixed
a cowboy crowd camehuge under loud confetti tunespainted horses in everyones glanceglued to street prance frownsa story played with floating balloon chanceinside a rolled parade
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“The pine tree of Formentor:” more than a nature poem
Translation from Catalan of Miquel Costa i Llobera’s “El pi de Formentor” by Brett Hetherington and Antoni Cardona The pine tree of Formentor Miquel Costa i Llobera (1875)My heart loves a tree! Older than the olive tree,more powerful than the oak, greener than the orange tree,holding onto eternal spring in its leaves,and fighting against the…
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“Teachers”
Leonard Cohen’s song lyrics translated into Catalan by Antoni Cardona and Brett Hetherington (2025) TEACHERSby Leonard CohenI met a woman long agoher hair the black that black can go,Are you a teacher of the heart?Soft she answered no.I met a girl across the sea,her hair the gold that gold can be,Are you a teacher of…
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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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Translation of “Ombra fosca i enganxosa:” a poem by Antoni Cardona
(English version: “Dark and sticky shadow” – Brett Hetherington and Antoni Cardona, translators) Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published 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…
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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,…

