In our afternoon reading: thoughts on translation and narrative, reviews of books by Noémi Lefebvre and Machado de Assis, and more.
A Story Can Be A Sonnet, A Sonnet Can Be A Dear John by Nichole LeFebvre We eat grapes with our raisins. Compare the nature of dried up to new. We pick scabs off our face to make sure we look mean. We sit at work and stare at screens. We look at your photos but never like them. We are useless stretched-out sports bras. We are flinching. We are sickly sweaty sheets. We were stalwart now we whistle. We […]