Consequences
My wedding dress was sewn by a circus dwarf. Her name was Rita, one day she left the big tops and started working as a seamstress like her mother. She sewed for eveyone in the housing project, for a few ...
Consequences by Giovanna Daddi translated by Anne Milano Appel
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A hand touching a neck. Tía Puy shuffling her deck and the king of batons. Passion. The lifeline. The bar Zulo and Santa Justa Station, simultaneously. Foolishness. But that was what he said.
Just thinking about it ...
Queen of Batons by Julen Azcona, Translated by Slava Faybysh
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Untitled an old cemetery along the streetcar linethe fence isn’t tall—just up to your throat.from the streetcar windows you can seeold graves,trees smashed by artillery shells.the cemetery fence looks like a ballet ...
Four Poems by Dmitry Blizniuk, Translated by Yana Kane
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A Romantic Love
by Ádám Nádasdy
It began when I was nine years old. Don’t be so shocked, there’s love that can begin at such an age: little Dante was also just nine when he fell in love with Beatrice. When I ...
Nonfiction Short Story from I Slung My Hook by Ádám Nádasdy translated by Austin Wagner
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Some time ago in a Sardinian literary magazine, La terra dei nuraghes, The Land of Nuraghes, I read this legend, charmingly recorded by Pompeo Calvia, one of the finest Sardinian writers.
It tells the story ...
San Pietro of Sorres by Grazia Deledda translated by Anne Schuchman
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Henri Meschonnic (1932-2009) is best known worldwide for his translations of the Old Testament and the 710-page Critique du rythme: Anthropologie historique du langage. He ...
Three Poems by Henri Meschonnic translated by Gabriella Bedetti and Don Boes
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To Die, to LiveI pushed his wheelchair down the ramp. Away from white walls, from disinfected roomsand the grey of the dying. Away from the stench of iodine,from blinking monitors and white ghosts with stethoscopes. But ...
Three Poems by Angelika Quirk Translated by Angelika Quirk
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I could see him. He was defying the hot temperature with his deep breathing. He appeared anxious. His bare feet bounced on the ground, repeatedly striking the sand’s dust. On him was the smell of blood that was ...
Life Is Us by Hüseyin Babacan Translated by Aysel K. Basci
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RefugeeKick me in my face If I ever say that I love the hill tracts Wild elephants have devoured The green sheaves of paddy It's the hills that have taught them That you gotta eat when you’re hungry I also feel ...
Two Poems by Umma Habiba Translated by Quamrul Hassan
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