Issue 153

Winter & Spring 2018

Image from Territory

Poetry Duy Doan Poetry Duy Doan

Poem with a Rat in It

If you put salt on a slug, it dies. If you put sugar on it, it dies.
Only the birds are God-made for sure. With insects it’s hard to tell.

Every city-dweller is a chain-smoker. Every automobile
a license to kill. Car-carrying ocean vessels transport heavy cargo

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Poetry Duy Doan Poetry Duy Doan

The Cowboy

A cowboy tipped his hat at my mother, once. I'd never

seen that before. Something almost understanding

in his demeanor. Not at all the regard of others like him—

that steady gaze, less like watching a blue jay

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Poetry Frédérique Guétat-Liviani Poetry Frédérique Guétat-Liviani

saint marcel

from espèce

Translated by Nathanaël

[ Note: “Saint-marcel” comes from “fluides” (fluids), a series of poems that follows the redirected coastal river, the Huveaune, which originates in the massif of Sainte Baume and empties at Marseille. Its polluted waters are redirected away from the beaches in the vicinity of its mouth and emptied into the Cortiou Calanque. ]

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Poetry Tracy K. Smith Poetry Tracy K. Smith

Driving to Ottawa

More and more now we slip

Into this tone of voice, the hush

Of people talking about someone

Who has just died, only

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Poetry Tracy K. Smith Poetry Tracy K. Smith

Beatific

I watch him bob across the intersection,
Squat legs bowed in black sweatpants.

I watch him smile at nobody, at our traffic
Stopped to accommodate his slow going.

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Poetry Tracy K. Smith Poetry Tracy K. Smith

Charity

She is like a squat old machine,

Off-kilter but still chugging along

The uphill stretch of sidewalk

On Harrison Street, handbag slung

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