Odilon Redon, I saw a flash of light, large and pale, 1896. Metropolitan Museum.

The greater part of death comes over me

• Post author:Michael Barron
• Post published:November 1, 2021
• Post category:featured/Issue 1/poetry

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

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Anselm Kiefer, Dragon (Drache)

the urban tedium of the coast

• Post author:flimflamjimjam
• Post published:December 14, 2020
• Post category:featured/poetry

Five poems from Chocar con algo [Crashing Into Things] by Erika Martínez, translated from Spanish by Lucina Schell

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the audible threshold of happiness

• Post author:flimflamjimjam
• Post published:June 29, 2016
• Post category:poetry

Four poems by Gemma Gorga translated from Catalan by Sharon Dolin

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

• Post author:flimflamjimjam
• Post published:January 12, 2016
• Post category:poetry

Four poems by Kepa Murua translated from the Spanish by Sandra Kingery

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

• Post author:flimflamjimjam
• Post published:September 22, 2015
• Post category:poetry

Five poems by Berta Dávila translated from Galician by Neil D. Anderson

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a pilot dodging wood and granite crosses

• Post author:flimflamjimjam
• Post published:July 13, 2015
• Post category:poetry

Two poems by Juan Carlos Mestre translated by Patrick Marion Bradley

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Your breath bright with presence is origin.

• Post author:flimflamjimjam
• Post published:February 23, 2015
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Three poems by Pilar Fraile Amador, translated from the Spanish by Lizzie Davis

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

• Post author:flimflamjimjam
• Post published:October 21, 2014
• Post category:poetry

Two poems by Melcion Mateu, translated from the Catalan by Rowan Ricardo Phillips, along with a musical composition by Alexis Cuadrado

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

• Post author:flimflamjimjam
• Post published:June 15, 2014
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Three poems by Juan Antonio González-Iglesias translated by Curtis Bauer

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

• Post author:flimflamjimjam
• Post published:April 18, 2014
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Five poems from Luis García Montero’s Diary of an Accomplice, translated by Alice McAdams

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