I can’t imagine myself reading bedtime stories to a toddler, and I’m older than my father was when he read those brightly colored books to me.
from the journal Blood Orange Review

What Sparks Poetry is a serialized feature in which we invite poets to explore experiences and ideas that spark new poems. 

In our current series, What Translation Sparks, we’ve asked a group of poet-translators to share a seminal experience in translation. How does the work of translating poetry feel essential to the writing of one’s own poetry? Our contributors reflect on inspiring moments as intricate as a grammatical quirk and as wide-ranging the history or politics of another place.

Margaret Noodin on "Faoiseamh a Gheobhadsa"
Photo: Margaret Noodin
Máirtín Ó Direáin (translated from the Irish into Ojibwe & English by Margaret Noodin)
I will find Solace A short while only Among relatives Without sorrow Without mind worry Without loneliness Without confusion In the west
Sarah J. Sloat

An erasure from Sarah J. Sloat's book of visual poetry, Hotel Almighty.

Jane Wong
Hunger eats through the air like ozone. You ask: what does it mean to be rootless? Roots are good to use as toothpicks. You: how can you wake in the middle of a life? We shut and open our eyes like the sun shining on tossed pennies in a forgotten well.
Cherene Sherrard

Mouth organ at midnight.
One woman supine, another
quadrilles—all blush crinoline
and caramelized curls—in a swamp:
what slithers and steams, moss.

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