PANTOUM PO(U)R YOU Si me diriges la palabra my world will collapse et je m’en ficherai ich werde sie nicht mehr kennen My world will collapse mes ami(e)s disparaîtront ich werde sie nicht mehr kennen y a mi casa nunca volveré Mes ami(e)s disparaîtront I won’t recall their names y a mi casa nunca volveré… Daniela Beuren weiterlesen
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Nora Aschacher
Zwei Texte spring anna, spring vier meter über dem wasser oder viereinhalb, was machen fünfzig zentimeter für einen unterschied, ich stehe am rande der welt, eine bewegung und es ist aus, kaum platz für meine füße, sie sind zu lang, da werden wir es schwer haben, einen passenden schuh für das kind zu finden, hat… Nora Aschacher weiterlesen
Raquelle Azran
Lit-Mag #42 – The Arabian World By the Roadblock of Bethlehem The air was thick with sweat and exhaustion. Six snoring male bodies sprawled in darkness on metal cots. In their room at the base, the nineteen year old fighters of Dragon Squad, Team A noisily dreamed the final minutes of their six hour sleeping… Raquelle Azran weiterlesen
Jonathon Penny
Lit-Mag #42 – The Arabian World Two Poems Sila, Liwa, Bani Yas They keep this up, there’ll be no desert left, No space to wreck, no four-wheel desert cleft To winnow down: no dry-heave, tinder bone To let a man be lone. The death-gasp of the culture that could tear The banshee shriek of what… Jonathon Penny weiterlesen
Manfred Malzahn
Lit-Mag #42 – The Arabian World Rondo They put nets on palm trees these days Green plastic mesh shields ripening dates From the forces of wind and gravity They put glass on branches of pear trees So that fruit grows encased in a bottle Until it no longer fits through the neck Remember the times… Manfred Malzahn weiterlesen
Andrew Madigan
Lit-Mag #42 – The Arabian World Different People “But there’s no bacon, Daniel. There’s no bacon.” Sarah grew frustrated, though she prided herself on never becoming frustrated. “Sausage is fine.” “But that’s just it, Daniel. There’s no sausage either. No bacon and no sausage, if you can believe that.” “I can believe a great many… Andrew Madigan weiterlesen
Hunter Liguore
Lit-Mag #42 – The Arabian World Pieces I’m picking up pieces: a piece of black fabric in the shape of a square, frayed at the ends and still warm; a chunk of rubber, also black, from the sole of a shoe, which smells like oil; a tuft of dark, black hair, singed on the ends… Hunter Liguore weiterlesen
Dennis Leavens
Lit-Mag #42 – The Arabian World Two Poems Desert Walk Blue-headed agamas dart and pause, and little Lizards curl their tails like scorpions. Under the rock, the puff-adder hides in shade. Donkey droppings dry in the sun. Foraminifera lie loose on rock, Their ardent, snake-like bodies now only time. What is there to learn? Stay… Dennis Leavens weiterlesen
Yahia Lababidi
Lit-Mag #42 – The Arabian World The Belly Dancer at the Wedding Egyptians love to dance. The national conceit is that belly-dancing runs in their veins and that even an amateur local is innately superior to a professional foreigner. Upon the faintest prompting, women of every shape, age and class will put this proposition to… Yahia Lababidi weiterlesen
Ranjini George
Lit-Mag #42 – The Arabian World The City of Gold “Skin like the Taj Mahal,” he said, cataract eyes crawling like lice in her hair. Mother handed him a cup of cardamom-flavored tea and offered him a plate of sweets. The man waved the plate aside; “I’m diabetic,” he said, tongue darting, wetting a pendulous… Ranjini George weiterlesen