Nora Hickey

Nora Hickey

  IN THE KITCHEN   My parents tell my brother and I about the future. A severance. A cutting off from some source. By the sink,...
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Pavel Srut – Part 3

FATHER, THE VIOLINMAKER DOESN'T DRY / the cat gut, he goes out into the darkness / and won’t return to the light again. I hardly / ever meet him, even // if I keep my shoes on in bed / with each woman I sleep with...

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Pavel Srut – Part 2

Meanwhile, she’ll choke / the duckling with the same / devotion she’ll use / a moment later to perform / its funeral in the yard. // Meanwhile, she’ll feel as sorry / for the bark of a sapling gnawed by a rabbit / as she feels for the rabbit’s hunger. / There’s no edge, everything’s round...

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Remembering Pavel Srut’s Worm-Eaten Light

It is hard to define the art of bearing witness. All I know is that each time I experience these poems as a reader and translator, I travel along with Pavel to that time before my time in Bohemia – to Pavel and Veronika, his four year old daughter, as they play together in the snow – games that in any other context would be innocent, but in this context, chilling and horrifying.

Gerkensmeyer

Sarah Gerkensmeyer

A unicorn comes trotting up the lane. The woman keeps whistling. Her husband comes trotting up the lane. Her ex-husband comes trotting up the lane. Her two dead husbands come trotting up the lane. She whistles. A sycamore tree, its bark mottled and smeared and beautiful, comes trotting up the lane.

Nora Hickey

Nora Hickey

...my friend and I pressed on; we were noticing how things had to be in symphony to really shatter you. The bleed of the sun was pretty enough, but then some flight of birds would unfold and scatter over the river. We were good friends but still had to keep some feelings to ourselves. It was the sorest part of the day.

Tarfia Faizullah

Tarfia Faizullah

It must have looked soft to her. That soft. Blacker still, / in Jesus-stained light. Mother gray in fluorescent light, / shaking chopped onions and garlic into the sweating pot.

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Steve Davenport

THE LAST SET OF MACHETES   Man, I don’t want to do this, Bald Guy says as he kicks at a rock. Black Guy and Bald Guy are picked up outside the commissary...

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