Nestled beneath the heat shields of Voyager I is a microscopic piece of ice. It is the only water that has not yet evaporated, faded away or simply blown from the ship in the fifty-three years since the probe was launched from the Cape Canaveral Air Force Station, some more than eighty kilometres from Orlando, …
EN: Robert Heaney is a native English speaker studying French and Dutch in the UK. At 21 years old, he is an avid reader and writer with a deep love for the written word. Through translation, he gets to transform diverse literary worlds to be enjoyed by brand new audiences across the world. NL: Robert Heaney …
It is Springtime. The water spider in the river looks toward the five silhouettes on the river bank. From time to time, these silhouettes flow into each other; a leg vanishing into a knee, an arm into a back. Four children are walking in a straight line behind their mother. She lets her shoulders hang …
Beginning to cycle faster, and feel the wind rushing against my skin and through my hair. The noise of the cars grows softer. Whenever I travel down this small street, it feels as though the colour of the sky changes, and the air tastes different. As though I’ve entered into another world. I know this …
I am writing in your eyes As I listen to you As you laugh I sigh my poem Between the gaps in the day While carrying the laundry basket I stop at rhyme-words Folding your blanket Beneath the corners of the mattress I press a metaphor Against your forehead And promise you some more comparisons Then I close the door And gather up the …