A Journal of Translation
Issue 2 Summer 2012’s collection of publications.
Alchemy is pleased to bring you Issue Two—we have been very excited about it because we were able to feature such a unique variety of content, from homophonic translation to book reviews and work translated from Russian, Japanese, Serbian and …
I put on the gloves. My hands shrunk absurdly. When I put them on my knees they look so strange. * What I actually envied was not you but your soft fingers. With your fingers to hold my hand to …
I. At the Beginning Now it’s easy for us We’re rescued from flesh Now we’ll be what we’ll be Say something Do you want to be The thunderbolt’s backbone Say something more What might I say to you The storm’s …
Finally, marked by the bright light Tomatoes: tomatoes and sunflowers. Here now the September-didactic shreaks: “Birches” And the acrid juice explodes onto the grass While holding over the last breath, God’s things, swinging and drying up not breaking off, holding-holding …
And though I’ve tried swallowing seven gulps of water three or four times every twenty-four hours my childhood comes jolting back in a hiccup instinctively like a criminal to the scene of the crime disaster tell me of disaster tell …
my heart is tender so my shell is strong my shell is tender so my heart is strong if not lonely, people will not set forth on a road if not lonely, a snail will not set forth on a …
Spy feather used to be a fish. This is the sail my lavender used to spell me those dice beneath the lining spoon fable, whispering as she toned my flair. Shore feather was thorn a fish, she rolled three. I …
It is a clear winter noon… The frost is thick; it crackles, and silver flakes of ice are gathering on Nadenka’s locks by her temples and on her face, as she holds me by the hand. We stand on a …
Cat’s ears are very strange things. They’re flimsy, cold, the front side is like the bark of bamboo sprouts with soft hair that sticks out while the back side is shiny. Cat ears are of a special class of things …
Now, time has passed by, I ask in the same incredulous manner. How is it possible for someone like me to allow a stranger to enter my house during a stormy night? I doubted to open the door. For a …