[translated fiction] Right at the beginning, at that very first meeting in the park, there were twelve of us, half of which I didn’t even know. There, upon that gentle slope behind the house, you could hear the fountains splashing and the trams squealing down Kastanienallee. It was the end of June and rather hot. […]
[translated poetry] Excuse Us Excuse us for fleeing the wars that you fed with your own arms Excuse us for getting poisoned with the toxic waste buried by your powerful industries Excuse us if you’ve bled out our land, depriving us of any possible resource Excuse our poverty daughter of your richness of your neo-colonialisms […]
[translated fiction] “Martín!” “Ñoraa!” “You think the river’s gone up?” “Definitely, the snowmelt’s really letting loose down the sierra, bursting like you wouldn’t believe.” “Will the cows go into the woods?” “I couldn’t hold them back even if I tried.” “But be careful on the way back, son, the river’s treacherous.” “The river won’t get […]
[translated poetry] The Fourth Astral Plane We bolted from empty stores, Army bullies, Chernobyl, Afghanistan, Nagorno-Karabakh and Happy drunkards euthanized in the snow. We were afraid that tomorrow another curtain would fall, And the pogrom-happy Czar would return, or the dictator, or the terrorists, So amidst the hot Brooklyn spring we came To the Hasidim […]
[translated poetry] “Tights” She likes the taste of her knee. In the summer, she’ll eat it straight from the skin. In the winter, she’ll do so until all the cotton hair has shed on her tongue. In her head stuck on the knee, the child puts together the things she knows. An ant rubbed between […]
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