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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

July 2, 2017 · Leave a comment

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

July 1, 2017 · 1 Comment

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

June 28, 2017 · Leave a comment

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

June 28, 2017 · Leave a comment

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

June 30, 2016 · Leave a comment

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

June 30, 2016 · Leave a comment

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

June 30, 2016 · Leave a comment

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

June 30, 2016 · Leave a comment

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

June 30, 2016 · Leave a comment

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

December 27, 2015 · Leave a comment

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

December 27, 2015 · Leave a comment

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

December 27, 2015 · Leave a comment

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