Publications

PEN America publishes original literature through its annual PEN America: A Journal for Writers and Readers and the Glossolalia translation trilogy, both available for purchase below.

PEN America: A Journal for Writers and Readers

Published each spring, PEN America: A Journal for Writers and Readers publishes fiction, nonfiction, poetry, conversation, graphic narrative, and more. We champion international authors and provide first-hand insight into the… More

Glossolalia

Glossolalia is the translation magazine of PEN America. Glossolalia advocates for writers with limited access to the global reading community. By publishing works from lesser-translated languages, we connect storytellers to audiences… More

 

 

Read Original Literature from PEN America Publications and Programs

In addition to its printed publications, PEN America produces of a breadth interviews, poetry, graphic narratives, flash fictions, essays, translation, and book excerpts through its online series, literary awards, prison writing program, World Voices Festival, and other events throughout the year. 

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Trajectory

The bullet, spinning / to maintain a shallow arc, / carves a hot thread / through the wind / until it breaks one hair / and the deer’s neck… More

Hide the Poor

As clansmen make laws / the country makes heaps / their kings and governors / proclaim franking / to be among / the inalienable rights / They burn youths… More

How I Became My Father

“Where are you going?” my father asked, stepping out of his black GTO as I approached the Mission, a halfway house my mother forced me into after bailing me… More

Accomplice

It was a treat whenever Cameron jumped on his Huffy and bicycled his way from his Barry Circle apartment complex in Bloomfield to our home in the next town… More

After Prison

I have 10 minutes until a call-out to see the mental health case manager I call Mr. Forgiveness. I don’t want to see him, not because he is always… More

My Father’s Violin

My father played his violin every evening, standing by the upright piano in our dining room. Hearing him play was my first memory, and I can no longer recall… More

Examination

For a long time I wished someone would break my nose, but nobody has ever had the guts, or, more likely, the time to do it. After a while… More

Catching the Setting Sun

“Mama, why does the sun go in the water?” “To let us sleep, son. To let us sleep.” “Why do we have to sleep?” “‘Cause we tired. Ain’t you… More

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