from L’Heure Bleue

When I say what I think, / someone always tells me they agree / or disagree, which ruins / the thought for me . . . // There’s a… More

The PEN Ten with emily m. danforth

I fear that it sounds too nicey-nice, too passive, which isn’t my intention—writers can and should agitate and expose and upset. But I still think there’s something there in… More

Notes on North Korea

Slowly I registered that those weeping over the death of the General in these sculptures were not Koreans but Africans, Indians, South Americans, people of all nations lamenting Kim… More

A Kentucky of Mothers

God my poor real mom she would have died. // But people say her eyes contain a twinkle they believe in. When they see it they don't need a… More

Five Poems by Liu Xia

I’m a philosopher who thinks / with my body, I’m biological / theater, non-fiction, the body / of spirit whose language is / poetry. I am prosody. More

An Odd Bird

Amal didn’t see when they took her mother away. She closed herself in her mother’s bedroom and smelled the lilac on her mother’s pillow until the sounds of the… More

The Metamorphosis: A New Translation

But Gregor had this foresight. The general manager would have to be detained, reasoned with, convinced and finally won over; after all, Gregor’s future and that of his family… More