Damaged Goods – By E. C. Traganas
‘Shattered people are best represented by bits and pieces’
— Rainer Maria Rilke
Queens, New York 1959
He hesitated for a few seconds at the top of...
Why Don’t You Understand, Anna? – By Nagma Sinha
It was five in the morning and Anna lay awake on her bed staring at the white ceiling. She had been sleepless most of...
Parallel – By Es-said Skhiri
Translated from the Arabic by Essam M. Al-Jassim
He was sitting there, and I was sitting here. He reached out toward something I couldn’t see...
Blood and Sand – By Julian Gallo
They are immediately met with the smell of death — pungent, acrid, blood, decay, entrails. Bloodstains streak across the concrete floor that lead to...
Hsi-wei and Du Kang Wine – By Robert Wexelblatt
In the morning, Fang Xuan-ling, a minister of the new Tang Dynasty, would be starting on his journey back to the court in Chang’an. ...
There Is No Home, but You Can’t Stay Here – By Itto...
Josephine’s life was left in shambles for the third time in March of 2024, when the man for whose sake she’d renounced all her...
The Outcasts – By Theni Seerudayan
Translated from the Tamil by Thangeswaran
I got off the bus, and stepped out of the exit door looking up at the road across and...
Better Than It Should Be – By Mohammed Khalaf
Translated from the Arabic by Essam M. Al-Jassim
He collapsed with a cry, the scattered fragments of his words—his papers—slipping through his fingers and drifting...
Asystole – By George Angel
It was the day after the elections. The sky above the city was overcast and witches left black streaks in the air. Intermittent rains...
Hsi-wei and the Game of Touhu – By Robert Wexelblatt
Two weeks before the Moon Festival, Chen Hsi-wei was making his way east through Xuzhou. The itinerant sandal maker and peasant/poet had a whim...
