Vol. I · No. 24 · The Weekly Issue · From Key West to the Panhandle
The FloridianReporting, fiction, criticism, poetry, and cartoons — from the peninsula
Poetry · Poem (Translated From an Invented Calusa-Vernacular)
A voice from the shell-heaps of Estero Bay.
We built this island oyster by oyster until we stood above the tide and the wind could find our hair.
The lightning whelk is our cup; the conch is the voice we blow when the strangers sail near.
Now only the red-backed spiders live in the small white chambers of our discarded feasts.
Poem (Translated From an Invented Korean)
Translated by Lily Bao from a Korean original that does not exist.
Poem (Translated From an Invented Floridian-Timucuan)
An imagined survival of an early northern-interior landscape.
Poem (Translated From an Invented Gulf-Patois)
A short lyric on the southern-most harbor at dawn.
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