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in this issue
- EDITORIAL
- MEDITERRANEAN POETS: Achour Fenni
- Fatima Naoot
- Rana al-Tonsi
- Sabina Messeg
- Tal Nitzan
- Simone Inguanez
- Samira Negrouche
- Adrian Grima
- ICELANDIC POETS: Sigurbjörg Þrastardóttir
- Sigurdur Pálsson
- Adalsteinn Ásberg Sigurdsson
- WELSH-BELGIAN POETRY WORKSHOP
- POETRY REVIEWS:Softly Creaking Englishes
- FOUND IN TRANSLATION
ICELANDIC POETS: Sigurbjörg Þrastardóttir
insomniaPhoto: Karolis Zukauskas
can't get to sleep
roll over turn
catch puffy fish
outwait all
dreams
walk out into the still frost
in a gossamer dress
release weaselfish
on the moon-path
go back inside
feel yourself
darken
Immigrant/June
I think they ought to mix
bone splinters into the tarmac and that
you shouldn't be wearing such
high heels here (they
could sink it's
hot, the sun)
have you got such high cheekbones?
walking without a sound
crying yourself to sleep wolfing something
down
is the only goal today
tomorrow we'll have a new
idea
I think I've seen those
eyes of yours before do you come
here often? there were
many more admirers here
before the road was laid
that straight
it's hot, the sun, though we're
this far away
Weather Ship/Lima
Lima weather ship
on the whitewashed walls
move the bed
into the sitting room
wait for calm
pluck heather
from the carpet
wait by the phone
pat the mysterious
dralon cat
felt-tip new oceans
onto a globe
Lima weather ship
on the walls, the warped
interior walls
where family
photos would have hung
carpet land Berlin
the new city
where the most beautiful women
stir chilled pasta by
tramwindows
while the others
forget to put on their lipstick
the city where Indians are
not Indians
but some passengers
are reminiscent of forgotten child stars
(like mickey rooney)
and the runways are guarded
by boy scouts
or where the Plätze are dug
up in search of bones
and sweaty women
call greetings from the doorway
- willkommen
Sigisburg! -
Like I were an Austrian
mountain village
direct descriptions
I think everything
has been said about the ocean
that can be said
I want to swap the word heaven
for belly
I don't agree
that eyes sparkle
I think they float
not necessarily at the shoreline
(for it's pointeless to allude the ocean)
I prefer to slumber
beneath an un known belly
and I am thinking more about oil resources
I have a stab wound on my left thigh
that I cannot describe
my friend once had
an operation for appendicitis
and said it was
like
giving birth
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