Poetry

PoetryApril 13, 2013

Poem no. 4

By DuÃ…Â¡an Gojkov

by DuÅ¡an Gojkov, translated from the Serbian by Maida SalkanoviÄ‡

PoetryApril 9, 2013

gÇŽn qÃng yÃ²ng shÃ¬ :: impulsive and impetuous

By Desmond Kon Zhicheng-MingdÃƒÂ©

Poem of the Week (April 9), by Desmond Kon Zhicheng-MingdÃ©

PoetryApril 2, 2013

Talk to Me, Apple

By Ali Znaidi

Poem of the Week (April 2), by Ali Znaidi

PoetryMarch 26, 2013

Body

By Noushin Arefadib

Poem of the Week (March 26), by Noushin Arefadib

PoetryMarch 19, 2013

The Naiades Appear at the Deathbed of John William Waterhouse

By Jim Newcombe

Poem of the Week (March 19), by Jim Newcombe

PoetryMarch 12, 2013

Repentance, California

By Jennifer Martin

Poem of the Week (March 12), by Jennifer Martin

PoetryMarch 5, 2013

One Night at Zula Bar in Cape Town

By Raymond Antrobus

by Raymond Antrobus

PoetryFebruary 20, 2013

Eating

By Jessica Tyner

by Jessica Tyner

Arts & Culture, Poetry, Special FeaturesFebruary 19, 2013

crush

By Abeer Hoque

“you let go beauty/ long ago/ well before the first scratch// the second bruise/ the third open wound/ fading into a flush of rust…” By Abeer Hoque.

Arts & Culture, Poetry, Special FeaturesFebruary 19, 2013

The Clearing

By Raza Ali Hasan

“In the benighted landscape of palace ruins,/the blind poplars, in an abortive, elliptical row,/put their foreheads to the moon…” By Raza Ali Hasan

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Essays

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Fiction

The Score

"The person on the floor was unmistakeably dead. It looked like a woman; she couldnâ€™t be sure yet..." By Hawa Jande Golakai.