france

I am an allegory for the void

An excerpt from No Way in the Skin without This Bloody Embrace by Jean D’Amérique, translated by Conor Bracken.

I was so hungry thinking how love used to taste

Five poems by Souad Labbize, translated from French by Susanna Lang

bad verses just never end

A poem by Arthur Rimbaud, translated from French by Wyatt Mason

I can still see you: an echo

Poems by Paul Celan, translated from German by Pierre Joris

Once resuscitated, I will be a book.

with no more authority or force than pale, stripped branches

I was holding the light on either side of me

Now that everything’s been put off again until tomorrow.

One sentence says to the other that the tree is a metaphor waiting to be killed.