from Slash and Burn
He gave her one last chance: she had until the count of three to change her mind. After saying the number one, he said Only two left. After saying… More
from Winter’s Garden
For Anton Winter, childhood was crammed with tall grasses and tea roses and green apples in the trees, which were stared at so covetously all summer long that they… More
from The Essential Yosano Akiko: The Ripening Years
Hello my happiness— / the words said themselves / when we met / that second time, the time / I was ready to die for More
2018 PEN/Manheim Medal for Translation
To a translator whose career has demonstrated a commitment to excellence through the body of their work... More
from Ithaca Forever
When I ignore the cause of the most idiotic war in the world, then I, too, want its history to be carved in the lasting stone of memory for… More
from A Parade
the cat is the perfect serendipity of a moment, ashy undulation, heavy sluggish eyes, a couple of idle legs and illusory smell, all of it strangely seductive… More
from I Didn’t Talk
Dances, kisses, claps: The homage my daughter made to the dead. Maybe in a park I wouldn’t be able to tolerate our daughter’s mockery, but on hallowed ground… More
from In Your Name
No one in town has died yet on account of the war; it seems like the first names will be those of a mother and her two little girls. More
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