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1
at nightfall
the garden of death
sprang to life
sprinklers
spinning
2
sudden song
from up above
the rape covered hill...
only hinting at harbouring
a red haired girl
3
worried hands
endlessly untangling
a clover
4
Original:
jag väcks
av en fjäderklädd mistlur
i gryningen
övervägs nymfparakit
till frukost
Eng:
awoken
by a feathered foghorn
at dawn
considering cockatiel
for breakfast
5
old man
with a tight leash
straining–
not to walk faster
than the puppy
6
balmy...
I'm watched by a million
dandelion eyes
7
sound of rain...
an ambulance approaches
passes
8
heavy rain...
my wife at the window, hoping
for a thunderstorm
9
midday sun
a dewdrop hiding
in a hedge rose
10
renovation...
Gottsunda centre overrun
with Combine forces
11
bluest blue
sky between branches
greenest green
12
Original:
på sommaren
flockas de kring buskarna...
feriearbetare
Eng:
in the summer
they flock around the bushes...
holiday workers
13
"It's mine! It's mine!"
the seagull wont share
his popcorn
14
the future is now–
flipping
pages in Second Foundation
sipping
my self-heating coffee
at nightfall
the garden of death
sprang to life
sprinklers
spinning
2
sudden song
from up above
the rape covered hill...
only hinting at harbouring
a red haired girl
3
worried hands
endlessly untangling
a clover
4
Original:
jag väcks
av en fjäderklädd mistlur
i gryningen
övervägs nymfparakit
till frukost
Eng:
awoken
by a feathered foghorn
at dawn
considering cockatiel
for breakfast
5
old man
with a tight leash
straining–
not to walk faster
than the puppy
6
balmy...
I'm watched by a million
dandelion eyes
7
sound of rain...
an ambulance approaches
passes
8
heavy rain...
my wife at the window, hoping
for a thunderstorm
9
midday sun
a dewdrop hiding
in a hedge rose
10
renovation...
Gottsunda centre overrun
with Combine forces
11
bluest blue
sky between branches
greenest green
12
Original:
på sommaren
flockas de kring buskarna...
feriearbetare
Eng:
in the summer
they flock around the bushes...
holiday workers
13
"It's mine! It's mine!"
the seagull wont share
his popcorn
14
the future is now–
flipping
pages in Second Foundation
sipping
my self-heating coffee
Literature
2010
'07
What did I tell you in 2007?
The celebration of time together now done,
Bent on leaving, unwilling to stay,
Behind your childish eyes.
I told you not to go.
Rhetoric patriotic riotic feud poured
From a hormone-fueled mouth,
As you promised me, the tree,
our class, king country, and God
That you would return safely.
You promised us you would not die.
'08
I reasoned with you, I begged you,
But you went anyway.
Maybe it was the figure you cut
in uniform,
Maybe it was the red blood blood-red
rhetoric already half false,
Maybe it was a mind half rotted,
finally cracking under the pressure of a consta
Literature
notesleep
playing my emphases like harp strings
your voice smokes thru the oaken bramble
pour a carbonated apology, a sun-stained
mile marked envelope, two ill-fitted birds,
hands small holes right before a rush of river
what it feels like being swallowed from the outside
crushing rings into truth serum, pretend
to be out of tune with that deception
I have been unable to parse my own persona
a pink cotton voice I remember thru the phone
I remember because it formed me into a granary
one crop after another of patriarchal idioms
whisper my secrets so softly into a glint of red hair
a saucer-eyed lace pattern cut into pine paper
I practice radical self lo
Literature
Rombos
por Romy Lara
El aire gélido se coló en la habitación y alborotó los papeles minuciosamente acomodados en el escritorio. Tronándose los nudillos de la mano izquierda, Julio se incorporó y cerró la ventana de un golpe. Afuera el cielo se caía pedazo por pedazo. Reacomodó el desorden que se había hecho en su mesa de trabajo, colocando cada documento en su lugar: los de etiqueta amarilla en la carpeta amarilla, los marcados con verde en la papeleta verde y así consecutivamente con cuatro colores más.
Procedió a sacar un cuaderno de portadas negras de su
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1: Walking past Uppsala old cemetery I was startled by the sudden burst of motion and noise from the automated sprinkler system.
2: If I could change the name of just one flower... Just a glimpse really, was on my work bike rushing to answer a panic alarm (false though).
3: Work. Alternative version:
worried hands
untangling a clover
endlessly
Which one do you like more, and why?
4: Dang that bird can sing, loudly.
6: The dandelion seed balls looked like eyeballs following my around. Or maybe I was just paranoid that day...
7: Was actually written on the 19th... man I'm far behind.
8: She really likes a good thunderstorm.
9: Hedge roses are her favorite.
10: I was playing a lot of Half Life 2 at the time.
14: I didn't even know self heating food was available to buy. Turns out they've been around for more than a hundred years [link]
1: Walking past Uppsala old cemetery I was startled by the sudden burst of motion and noise from the automated sprinkler system.
2: If I could change the name of just one flower... Just a glimpse really, was on my work bike rushing to answer a panic alarm (false though).
3: Work. Alternative version:
worried hands
untangling a clover
endlessly
Which one do you like more, and why?
4: Dang that bird can sing, loudly.
6: The dandelion seed balls looked like eyeballs following my around. Or maybe I was just paranoid that day...
7: Was actually written on the 19th... man I'm far behind.
8: She really likes a good thunderstorm.
9: Hedge roses are her favorite.
10: I was playing a lot of Half Life 2 at the time.
14: I didn't even know self heating food was available to buy. Turns out they've been around for more than a hundred years [link]
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I like the seagull.
(The old man and dandelion are nice too :3)
(The old man and dandelion are nice too :3)