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Minoru Ozawa: Haiku

A ghost! / Just a knot / on the bathroom wallFrom the black depths / of the toilet bowl / a ghost emergesA woman stands transfixed / before the… More

Untitled

You would not believe the ache of my lungs the way my head swims in cotton candy twirls. Doll After doll But what is a man to do when every face, when it greets me, when… More

Bluebeard in Latex

"It's the damndest caseof Bluebeard Syndrome I’ve ever seen.”Detective Spellacy lit a cigarette and stared at the police psychologist for a beat through an acrid haze of blue smoke.… More

PEN Appeal: Armando José Chicoca

April 15, 2011 Dr. João Maria Moreira de Sousa Procurator General of the Republic Procurador Geral da República Procuradoria Geral da República Rua 17 Setembro Luanda República de Angola Fax: + 244 222 333 170… More

Reporter Armando José Chicoca Released

On April 6, 2011, reporter Armando José Chicoca, who was sentenced to one year in prison and a heavy fine on defamation charges on March 3, was released on… More

Beauty Salon

A few years ago my interest in aquariums led me to decorate my beauty salon with colored fish. Now that the salon has become the Terminal, where people who… More

Ludovic Debeurme: Lucille

The following is an excerpt from Lucille by Ludovic Debeurme, a 2011 PEN World Voices Festival participant.LucilleExcerpted from Lucille by Ludovic Debeurme. Copyright © 2011 by Ludovic Debeurme. All rights… More

Your Time Has Come

* * *Light from the ferry’s windowmixed along the floor.Alone, we wait to be delivered.* * *Two new sparrows,the tourists don’t knowthey’re new.* * *Too tired to writeand this… More

Sunshine

They told Grace they’d found her curled into a nest of leaves, that since dawn they’d been following a strange spoor through the bush, and then, just as they’d… More

Somebody Please Tell Me Who I Am

1The knife came out of nowhere.Ben Bright sprang back. His arm knocked the weapon into the shadows and nearly clocked his best friend, Niko Petropoulos.“Nervous, are we?” Niko said.Ben… More