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“Man and the Earth” by Siviano Stalon Fortes
Translated by Kent Larsen. For the original Portuguese, click here. Centuries of progression but also of regression; centuries painted...
Liz Busby
Jun 9, 20221 min read
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“O Caixão de Nhô Jon Anton” de César Augusto Medina Fortes
For the English translation, click here. Nhô Jon Anton nasceu no Mocho da Garça na ilha de Santo Antão e cedo emigrou para a Argentina a...
Liz Busby
Jun 8, 20224 min read
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“The Coffin of Master Jôn Anton” by César Augusto Medina Fortes
Translated by Katherine Cowley. For the original Portuguese, click here. Master Jôn Anton was born in Mocho da Garça, on the island of...
Liz Busby
Jun 8, 20224 min read
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“Every Member a Missionary” by Selina Forsyth
D&C 6: 2-4, 36 Doubt not, fear not The field is white, and I’m handing out sickles to all comers. On-the-job training for handling...
Liz Busby
Jun 7, 20221 min read
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“The Fourth Ward Filibuster” by Kevin Klein
Sunday morning I woke up with the feeling that I should go to church early. It was more than a feeling, actually, and sure enough, when I...
Liz Busby
Jun 6, 20224 min read
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“Grafted Branches” by Jeanine Bee
When I was in third grade, our class spent some time studying world cultures. We each chose a country and prepared a project to share...
Liz Busby
Jun 5, 20224 min read
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“Christ in Gethsemane” written and translated by Gabriel González Núñez
For the original Spanish, click here . Christ in Gethsemane Ekphrastic poem after Carl Bloch’s painting by the same name I have not...
Liz Busby
Jun 3, 20222 min read
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“Cristo en el huerto de Getsemaní” de Gabriel González Núñez
For the English translation, click here . Cristo en el huerto de Getsemaní Poema ecfrástico a partir de la obra homónima de Carl Bloch...
Liz Busby
Jun 3, 20222 min read
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“Blood in the Garden” by Whitney Hemsath
Blood spills on the garden floor. It isn’t mine but should be. My fig leaves, like ignorance, itch to be shed. They will not be enough...
Liz Busby
Jun 2, 20221 min read
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“Through a Glass” by Alixa Brobbey
The day before the world unlocked into geometric shapes, trees were blobs. Angles were rounded, glowing things, every object blending...
Liz Busby
Jun 1, 20221 min read
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