by Trish Salah
if it comes on some invisible,
what is this thing, evening?
is this song singing?
by Meryem Yildiz
the rule or ruling, the best saved for last. i am full of intent, in heart and in mind, and in the name of god is a silence spoken only to oneself.
Read Moreby Nadiyah Abdullatif and Thomas Feige, translated from Noémie Weber
Nadiyah Abdullatif is a Mauritius-born, Scotland-based editor and translator working from Arabic, French, Mauritian Creole, and Spanish into English. Her work has appeared in Wasafiri, ArabLit Quarterly, and The Markaz Review.
Read Moreby Jessica Moore, translated from Laurent Tillon
LECCINUM, THE BOLETUS, 1782
In which we discover that the soil holds a number of surprises for Quercus the oak, and that he will encounter organisms very different from himself: fungi. This encounter will be violent, and Quercus will be betrayed.
Read Moreby Deborah Ostrovsky, translated from Laurence Leduc-Primeau
The man puffs on a pipe, with a monkey in his arms. One time out of every second exhale, he disappears behind plumes of smoke. Come in, he says, when I’m already inside. Swallows and umbrellas are perched in a tree above a velvet rug. The man, who doesn’t have a monocle, points me to a photo of his uniformed son under a pile of bird droppings.
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