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there must be a world between us

there must be a world between us

Two poems by Rosa Berbel, translated from Spanish by Jane Stringham

all my pens seemed to laugh

all my pens seemed to laugh

From Issue 11, three poems by Samuel Solleiro, translated from Galician by Jacob Rogers

choking, little by little

choking, little by little

A poem by Martha Asunción Alonso, translated from Spanish by Robin Munby

The greater part of death comes over me

The greater part of death comes over me

A poem by Francisco de Quevedo, translated from Spanish by Pamela Greenberg

Dragon (Drache) by Anselm Kiefer
the urban tedium of the coast

the urban tedium of the coast

the audible threshold of happiness

the audible threshold of happiness

Should we stop to breathe as we open a parenthesis in the dream

Should we stop to breathe as we open a parenthesis in the dream

Here in this house of angles I’ve chosen one imperfect thing

Here in this house of angles I’ve chosen one imperfect thing

a pilot dodging wood and granite crosses

a pilot dodging wood and granite crosses

Your breath bright with presence is origin.

Your breath bright with presence is origin.

None of you know what it’s like to live with Matt Sweeney.

None of you know what it’s like to live with Matt Sweeney.

They don’t alliterate October with gold falling from the fragile trees

They don’t alliterate October with gold falling from the fragile trees

There is a lawless canyon in our lips, a labyrinth whose exits are burning.

There is a lawless canyon in our lips, a labyrinth whose exits are burning.