Greg Delanty and Michael Matto, Eds. The Word Exchange: Anglo-Saxon Poems in Translation . W.W. Norton & Company, 2010. Hardcover, 557 pp, $35.00. “It is written in …
E. C. Osondu, Voice of America . HarperCollins, 2010. Hardcover, 224 pp., $19.99. In 2009 E. C. Osondu, a Nigerian-born author who currently teaches in the states, won …
Considering its size and population, Iceland’s impact on the world’s stage has been proportionately large in the area of the arts. In the past few years, Iceland has put itself on the …
Go find your mother’s legs was like Go clean your room. Except you had no room. That was the difference. The room you didn’t have was one place they would not be. That was how things could be …
Eat the bones of the world like an unnatural mouth in the tricky posture of opening. The air stains your breathing with cow manure smell on a western wind. So stop. Be no cattle nor cattle hand. So …
Hoddley, Poddley, Puddles and Fogs, Cats are to Marry the Poodle Dogs; Cats in Blue Jackets and Dogs in Red Hats, What Will Become of the Mice and Rats? Had a trust fund, had a thief in, …
The world is still for you, the situation Excellent, there is only a percent Chance of anything happening. Never before has our country been So sliding along its seven days Without a formula. The …
Before they were born—I shrink to admit this— whenever I thought of my kids getting sick or being injured or dying, I thought mostly of the chances of my winding up in jail. Now they’re in …
I don’t mind your boring the fuck out of me. Backbone tucked behind the curtains of my lungs, I, my day rid completely of logistics, sit—and watch a maple seed screw its way down.
I. Skin My friend Nina archives and restores old films. Their bodies accumulate everything from dust to mold to dirt, shrink and become brittle, crack or start to break apart. They’re decaying from …
When I was being born, the doctor had to fold me in half to get me out. It was 12:58 a.m., my mother’s pelvis was too narrow, I was too anxious to be delivered. The doctor broke my clavicle, made …
In the final chapter of his Greenwich Village memoir Kafka Was The Rage , Anatole Broyard describes the aching, joyous condition of sex in the years immediately following the Second …
Staff Sergeant Fitzpatrick tried to hold the memory, his eyes moving from the menu to his fiancée, to a rusty freight passing through the outskirts of Marathon, dotted with trailer parks …
Oscar has stolen an eight-by-ten photo of his brother’s wife and keeps it with him in his house. The picture hails from Darla’s honeymoon to Jamaica, where Darla poses underneath a waterfall near …
The Fascinating, Quirky, and Deeply American Effort To Help International Refugee Writers Make New Writing Lives in the United States One afternoon, the doorman to my building in …
Translated from the Spanish by Emily Toder Clarity has always tempted me And clarity has at times denied me Like a bird that ?ies in dreams And falls and keeps falling without ?ying like dead weight …
