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Grief

black and white drawing of a boy with smoke coming up behind him floating over a red mound

Julia Griffin, "Smoke." Copyright Julia Griffin

Three Poems

By Imran Sada’i

I sit on the shores of emptiness / and watch my soul foaming red

Translated from Uyghur by Joshua L. Freeman

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Princess

By Marta Orriols

A headband, you say? You’re ridiculous.

Translated from Catalan by Mara Faye Lethem

Transcending the Human Viewpoint

By Madeleine Feeny

I allowed myself to be very playful and unafraid, and to try everything.

Writing Against Estrangement in Galicia

By Scott Shanahan

No doubt a few Galicians will think it in very bad taste to inaugurate this issue with a likeness to their higher profile southern neighbors, but because there may be a great many glad for the comparison,…

You Died on Me

By José Luís Peixoto

And I neither want nor can forget what I once felt from your gaze.

Translated from Portuguese by Robin Patterson

Condolences

By Mishka Lavigne

Gabrielle Sauriol lies in the Pacific Ocean now.

Translated from French by Neil Blackadder

The Urn

By Marcin Wicha

It's vile to disregard somebody's sense of aesthetics just because they're dead.

Translated from Polish by Marta Dziurosz

Remains of a Party in Condesa

By Ariel Urquiza

The clown had put the platter of coke on his head, like a waiter carrying a tray.

Translated from Spanish by Samantha Schnee

Honor Thy Father and Mother: In Mourning

By Susan Harris

All people mourn in their own ways.

Season of Grief

By Guy-Gerald Ménard

Entwined concrete houses / perform pirouettes on both sides of the street

Translated from Haitian Creole by Chantal Kenol

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Under the Rubble

By Guy-Gerald Ménard

Fear sets up a tent / on our chest

Translated from Haitian Creole by Chantal Kenol

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From behind a Closed Window

Is there, out there, a nothingness / With no future, and no past?

Translated from Vietnamese by Martha Collins & Ngo Tu Lap

Crying over Light Green

No, the word “green” is hardly adequate.

Translated from Korean by Won-Chung Kim & Christopher Merrill

From “Portrait of M”

By Matei Călinescu

Anyone's death is a great tragedy.

Translated from Romanian by Angela Jianu