Letter from Rome, by Anna Maria Cossiga
Immigration: the quintessential problem of the century, it seems. Some analysts call immigrants “invaders,” even weapons of war; as does, for instance, K. M. Greenhill, professor at Harvard Kennedy School … Continue reading
Two poems by Tim Poole
Writing a Poem Yesterday, I ate the sun. I picked it from the sky Like a grape off its vine Ripe and ready to burst. It burned my fingertips but … Continue reading
Changes. Story by Reilly Haskins
Two people walk out of a building. The tall redhead, that’s me. The girl next to me, well that’s the issue. She’s really more than one. That’s the reason she … Continue reading
Translations of Bingxin and photos from Ningbo and Fuzhou, by Miranda Jingqiong Yang
Bingxin, the distinguished writer, poet, translator, and social activist, was born Xie Wanying on Oct.5, 1900, in Fuzhou, Fujian Province, to the family of a patriotic naval officer. During the … Continue reading
The Valise, by Michel Lambert. Translated from the French by Paul Curtis Daw
They came by to pick up Bob around four. He lived in a three-room apartment above a pharmacy, across from the high school where they had all known each other … Continue reading
Relax, Pay Attention – A Walk in the Park with Mark Rudman, by Matt Corey
The following conversation is from a series of interviews Matt Corey, a writer who lives in New York, conducted with Mark Rudman. * Once the weather got nice in New … Continue reading
Three poems by Mebane Robertson
A Silken Tie Blind and blotted out like a typo in a line, The yolk of the egg sleeps in infinity. No. This is not about me, or you for … Continue reading
Prologue: Cowboy, by Robert Margolis
Somebody hurt my hand. I was walking in the damp grass. A man hurt my hand. He was walking. I followed his eyes. The long gray coat. I smelt the … Continue reading
Two poems by John Johnson
All the Above They say the climate here is right for weather, with clouds unlike anything, ambiguous winds kicking up dry leaves of the alphabet, where you might be happy … Continue reading
Poem & drawing by Philip Nikolayev
A homeless man making his bed in Harvard Square. Life sketch in pencil by Philip Nikolayev. LOCKED I know two homeless men, they both believe that evil forces have messed … Continue reading
Two poems by Strummer Hoffston
GIRL AND VULTURE: SUDAN, 1993 In the dream he comes upon the girl and picks her up. He kisses her head, wipes dust from her nose and mouth, and sways … Continue reading
Poem by Aldo Palazzeschi. translated from the Italian by Nicholas Benson
The Hand You all know very well what a hand is. A hand! Who among you hasn’t seen one? But you’d have no way of knowing what a hand no … Continue reading
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