Protected: Walks about the mirror
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Protected: Kápit na Di-mawaglít (Mga Pilîng Tulâ) / Attachment Theory (Selected Poems)
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Protected: When that fog lifts, it’ll become clear
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CBP’s broken photostream
by Eliseo Ortiz Of its total length, approximately one third of the US-Mexico border is fenced. This barrier gets fortified not only physically, but also by way of taking thousands of photos of it. By imagining it. U.S. …
Two Poems
Original by Akhmet Baitursynuly Translated, from the Kazakh, by Jake Zawlacki Author's Note Our enemy buzzes around: Yellow, long-legged mosquito; Its natural color unchanged, Still black, but red mosquito. Circling above them, Mocking, flying till wings break. Maybe one will …
Veto
A Creative Translation of Refaat Alareer's "If I Must Die" by Nilufar Karimi Refaat Alareer was a professor of world literature and creative writing at the Islamic University of Gaza. He was the editor of Gaza Writes Back: Short Stories from …
False Cognates
An original work by Pauline Lacanilao A friend wrote a poem about living in a Hispanic neighborhood with his ciocia, which means aunt in Polish, but cunt in Spanish. There is comedy in understanding a misunderstanding. On a romantic getaway, …
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 …