Speaking in Tongues
An Interview with Belfast poet Gearóid Mac Lochlainn In May of 2002, I received an e-mail message from Irish poet and translator Gabriel Rosenstock informing me of the publication, in Ireland, of [...]
The Artists
We were translations, shattered moons shimmering on waves of dark applause. We were breath, syntax, pause, lines unpegged, the language of slow flowers fluttering between the lion’s mouth [...]
Second Tongue
I am the tongue in the kidnapper’s sack. Lips stitched, feet flailing. I am the tongue bound on the butcher’s block in government offices, a battered, broken corpse ditched at dawn. I [...]
