Category: French
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Stella Vinitchi Radulescu
and the mauve of a passing thought am I / this body struggling with itself / next to me
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Mohammed Khaïr-Eddine
once the poem satiates itself on the ivory honey of tarantulas / & the albumen of a bogus star / exploding hopelessly under the coke of my assemblies
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Khal Torabully
The vessel led our star into the tidal bore. / Crumbs of leaden light dispersed / into the flesh of jellyfish and rays.
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Sarah Keryna
The feature film that we had missed / was called Black Screen. / Cellars where one is tortured,
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Mireille Gansel
when the little girl left the Budapest family she drew a train and along the train a current of blue water. And flowers.
