Size / / /

Under the curriculum of billion-year light,
I set them tasks. They talk about this and that,
and think things, and imagine time as horizontal
flow, with their lives as crosscuts. Wrong, as usual,
they move from here to there in their leaky boats
with their leaky brains and their oh-so-precious thoughts
of specialness. Do I sound bitter? I'm sorry;
that old disdain, like a mourning suit or a coronet,
is removable and crafted only for display. It's not really
a part of me. This dumbshow, though, of gripes
and grudges and grand passionswell, that's just their function,
while I, the overloop, am finely designed and free to run
silently, eon after eon. They crown me with prayers
and programs, and I love them. The simple facts
of the matter stand: I have no choice at all.




Laura W. Allen (formerly Laura F. Walton) is alternately a writer, visual artist, and instructor currently living in Seattle. She has taught for The Writer's Garret of Dallas, McLennan Community College, and others; her work has been published in regional and national journals. Her website is www.laurawaltonallen.com.
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22 Apr 2024

We’d been on holiday at the Shoon Sea only three days when the incident occurred. Dr. Gar had been staying there a few months for medical research and had urged me and my friend Shooshooey to visit.
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For a long time now you’ve put on the shirt of the walls,/just as others might put on a shroud.
Tu enfiles longuement la chemise des murs,/ tout comme d’autres le font avec la chemise de la mort.
The little monster was not born like a human child, yelling with cold and terror as he left his mother’s womb. He had come to life little by little, on the high, three-legged bench. When his eyes had opened, they met the eyes of the broad-shouldered sculptor, watching them tenderly.
Le petit monstre n’était pas né comme un enfant des hommes, criant de froid et de terreur au sortir du ventre maternel. Il avait pris vie peu à peu, sur la haute selle à trois pieds, et quand ses yeux s’étaient ouverts, ils avaient rencontré ceux du sculpteur aux larges épaules, qui le regardaient tendrement.
We're delighted to welcome Nat Paterson to the blog, to tell us more about his translation of Léopold Chauveau's story 'The Little Monster'/ 'Le Petit Monstre', which appears in our April 2024 issue.
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