“Why must everything come to an end?” wonders a bit of sentient stomach bacteria in Yuri Herrera’s new story collection, Ten Planets. “Why had it begun to begin with?”
In early April of 2022, in the second month of the Russian invasion of and war on Ukraine, Phoebe Bosché, Editor of Seattle-based Raven Chronicles Press, invited me to interview Christine Lysnewycz …
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Reading Tamas Dobozy recently has been like hearing the chime of an antique clock in a crowded internet cafe.
In the realm of literary translation, few names resonate as strongly as Alex Zucker. With his extensive body of work encompassing Czech fiction, plays, subtitles, song lyrics, essays, poems, …
to go is to be gone; one day quick as a ship / wreck dignified by sea, I realize I am incongruent / to the lover that has slept asleep beside me
Do me a favor, brother, / what's all this about / summoning Death / for each / person to bear?
The poor burning garbage, the captain announces. Nothing, apocalyptic.
Two hands pluck me from a river, / and unfold my pages to the sun.
Science wants me / to murder every loaf of bread in cold blood while / the pastries watch, so scared of me, they unbake themselves.
I am your faceless someone bored/ / horny/mobile/available on a Tuesday afternoon/ / your memory taking root inside tighter skin
I am writing myself / into the mother of this poem
Can you see the imaginary houses? The bed post? The night stand? The trail of blood / leading back to you and me?
Jesus Christ let me get a witness / on my grave I don’t have a dollar / I barely even own my name.
The refinery amid the marshland /of my earliest memories // repeats itself on the Gulf—
a moon the size of Neptune / rising from the green muck like ectoplasmic / crossfire.
Like any good flame / I tapered, acquiescing / to my extinction.
i don’t want to ___________________ about this.
to bury a Black body / not out of respect for life / but to prevent disease // and cut the stench / and if a cross is laid on / the mound of dirt