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Math Erao (she/they) reconciles the ecstatic, melancholy, and absurd—like a graveyard on the beach. Find more of their work on Instagram at @mytherror or at absfan.org.
Category: Winter 2022
Where’d you come from, my loathing?
Original by Svyatoslav Vakarchuk Translated, from the Ukrainian, by Alexandra Kutovoy Where’d you come from, my loathing? I never gave my phone number to you. I didn’t invite you over. Shut the windows in my heart, the terrace too Where’d …
On the Razor Blades in the Subway
Original by Fyodor Svarovsky Translated, from the Russian, by Molly Dwyer & Linnea M. Paseiro the new subway cars now have doors with razor blades there is also a modification with a saw after closing the saws on the ends …
Two Poems
Original by Maria Galina Translated, from the Russian, by Dasha Koltunyuk All the soldiers on the square, all who are hanging from the skies, who have pain and fear to bear, barely show it in their eyes, and we’re no …
Three Poems
Originals by Sergej Timofejev MOLDAVIAN ROMANCE Translated, from the Russian, by Dasha Koltunyuk She sits by the computer in a blue velvet jacket, She was given an assignment, told to design a label for matches, She draws three pink piglets, …
Two Poems
Originals by Pavel Goldin “Once long ago, when the bull became” translated, from the Russian, by Jacob A. Sackett-Sanders “Kuzminishna’s niece” translated, from the Russian, by Linnea M. Paseiro & Dasha Koltunyuk Once long ago, when the bull became indistinguishable …
The Levy
Original by Khane Levin Translated, from the Ukrainian Yiddish, by Reyzl Grace I go to the family plot with my living mother. She cries with swollen eyes, weeps over me like a mourner. — Whose advice do you follow! Not …
O, My Language
Original by Rashel Veprinski Translated, from the Ukrainian Yiddish, by Reyzl Grace O, my language, you are silver-blue — you are light-drenched gold. And what do I do with you? I play with you, like little girls with their dolls, …
The Depth
Original by Victoria Amelina, excerpted from Dom's Dream Kingdom Translated, from the Ukrainian, by Grace Mahoney This city is not at all like Noversk. Where Noversk now stands, a few decades ago there was nothing but forest and nothing to …
Two Poems
Originals by Maxim Borodin “Carpenter’s Son” translated, from the Russian, by Jacob A. Sackett-Sanders “AIR” translated, from the Russian, by Darya Koltunyuk Carpenter’s Son I wanted to be the son of a carpenter, but I am forced to sit behind …