It doesn’t matter which language you speak, because language does not influence your way of thinking.
Tag: Art
The Friday after Johnny was caught cutting up his Adderall, the AC unit in the teachers’ lounge broke.
(fiction)
He remains in place next to the stove, watching everyone, observing their flaws.
(fiction)
the cup’s round mouth // gives a satisfying quiver / between the teeth
just a slight breeze, early in the morning / as you lie asleep and the bulb / you planted pushes through the soil
Grigor, as everyone who met him agrees, had been dropped on his head as a baby. Or else nursed on straight vodka.
(fiction)
The rage rolls out of my gut like a stream of regurgitated frogs, leaving me purged and primed for violence.
(nonfiction)
Four poems by Alain Mabanckou, translated from the French (Congo-Brazzaville) by Nancy Naomi Carlson
He rejects the idea that Humankind descended from the apes, otherwise why has he, the gorilla, remained at the animal stage?
(poetry)
“wind unravels the light / seeks a face / for the coming storms” (TCTC translations/poetry)
“mixed chalk with oil / twirling brushes / making clouds talk”
(poetry)
