Issue 34
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Five Poems from Yuan Changming Translated from the Chinese by the Author
My Crow
Each crow you have seen
Has a quasi white soul
That used to dwell in the body
Of one of your closest ancestors
He comes down all the way just to tell you
His little secret, the way he has flown out
Of darkness, the fact both his body and heart
Are filled with shadows, the truth about
Being a dissident, that unwanted color
Hidden in your own heart is there also a crow
Much blacker than his spirits
But less so than his feathers我的乌鸦
你瞥见的每只乌鸦
都有颗半白的灵魂
它以前的栖身处是
你最直系的一位祖先
它不远万里飞来,只是要告诉你
它的一个小小秘密,它如何飞出
黑暗,它的心身如何充满阴影,以及
它作为叛逆者不受欢迎的肤色
在你自己的心中也有一只乌鸦
比它的精神更黑
但比其羽毛更淡刊于《字花》2015年夏季期
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What You Were Meant to Be by Anthony Aguero
isn’t this, but is. The comma, for emphasis
because his life is immediate down to his nesting,
small breath. We quit speaking once,
when the syphilis was back, during winter —
never snow touching the ground. Only semen,
coconut milk licking his lips.
I told him This isn’t it — we’re at it again
and the moon is out tonight. I could see him,
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An Immersive Experience by Darren Bradley Jones
No one knows why the aliens decided to land off the coast of Costa Rica.
Landed is the wrong word. They hovered above the ocean, the space between the base of their vessel and the water below unreachable. David and Venus had seen photos taken from a distance, the vessel looked like a hole in the image, a shard of obsidian or onyx dropped onto a page. Had they landed in the water with any force, their ship would’ve flooded the small beaches, driving out the tax-evading locals and bronzed ex-pats selling woven jewelry and knick-knacks from folding tables,
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Five Saints by Ann Pedone
[A strange girl.
She wanted to be a pilgrim
and so ate salt for three days.
Now she knows how to be vast
and compassionate. And yet she too
will be drowned in the sea.]
[At the burning of offerings
inside the room we appease the ghost.
Lift up our arms
and watch the women around us
turn into birds.]
[Who are you to talk of a woman’s breasts]
[I have been left in warm sand.
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Traces so Patient, so Pure by Emma DePanise
From plume to basin, molecule to mortar, this flawed forgetting
flows, this cascading remembrance claws, clamors. And maybe
I was built to forget the topography
of your nose so I could remember the next
man’s eyes, coins I collect from corners
and floors to leave in crumbs at the bottom
of my purse. Maybe I was built to forget your tongue
on my thighs, your shower towel, how it soured
my nose,
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How to Heal By Vanessa Escobar
- Drink lots of water. Pee constantly.
- Listen to SZA and Travis Scott’s song “Love Galore.” Dance around your apartment while you sing along to the lyrics. Pretend you are rapping the song for maximum effect.
- Avoid every bar you visited before and during knowing her. No good comes from the drink overtaking you, especially if she’s there too.
- Go indoor rock climbing. Scale up a cliff that no one forced you to. You will feel weak, but you carried your entire body weight all the way to the top. Try to get back down slowly.