On the table, to the side of the door, is my heart
An excerpt from Valerie Mejer’s “Countryless,” translated by Torin Jensen
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On the table, to the side of the door, is my heart
They don’t alliterate October with gold falling from the fragile trees
Three poems by Juan Antonio González-Iglesias translated by Curtis Bauer
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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.
Five poems from Luis García Montero’s Diary of an Accomplice, translated by Alice McAdams
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There is a lawless canyon in our lips, a labyrinth whose exits are burning.
Long ago I found out that you were an unfinished animal
Four poems by the Peruvian poet José Watanabe, translated from the Spanish by Carlos Llaza
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Long ago I found out that you were an unfinished animal
I opened an ossuary and saw the bones
Excerpts from The World as Presence by Cuban writer Marcelo Morales Cintero, translated and with an introductory essay by Kristin Dykstra
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I opened an ossuary and saw the bones
blessed by vagabond hands with a box of wine
Four poems from the Chilean poet Enrique Winter, translated by Mary Ellen Stitt
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blessed by vagabond hands with a box of wine
three barricades three barricades and one dark night
Five Poems by Julia Ferrer with an introduction and translations by Brandon Holmquest
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three barricades three barricades and one dark night