The Girl on a Leash

Her mother’s flaky hands scraped against her daughter’s forehead. Once they had been like candle wax. She said, “Are we wrong?” Her father said, “Do you want to raise… More

PEN Announces 2013 Translation Fund Winners

The Translation Fund, now celebrating its tenth year, is pleased to announce the winners of this year’s competition. From a field of 180 applicants, the Fund’s Advisory Board has… More

Three Poems by Ryan Collins

The choice to / Vegetablize yourself is a choice only you can / Make, New American. After this conversation / Everything I tell you will be off book, black… More

Goodnight Nobody

He leaned back into his driver’s seat, closed his eyes, and waited to feel something for the dead man. If it was a pretty girl inside the dumpster, he… More

Millennial

Though it somehow felt unlikely that money would continue to operate in this way for the rest of my life, it was actually probably the most likely thing to… More

from The Waters

Black hail falls on your daughter’s wedding. / Every day the next day is the biggest exam of your life. / When you say “coffee” all people hear is… More

Last Night in San Pedro de Macorís

There’s only one ride left to the capital. One bar of soap left, one towel. That’s how fiction comes to life, you unlucky fucker. Why tell the truth? More

Six Poems by Fred Moten

his hair was like furry lining brushed and see-through and he was pale, his pinkness had a descent in it, like he had warmed down More