Poems — Henri Meschonnic
TRANSLATED FROM FRENCH BY DON BOES AND GABRIELLA BEDETTI We show more faces than we know we show more faces than we knowone has shut downthe space surrounding the recovery is invisible others continue to…...
Interview with Guadalupe Nettel — Owshnik Ghosh
INTERVIEWED BY OWSHNIK GHOSH Guadalupe Nettel is the author of four inter-nationally award-winning novels: El huésped, The Body Where I Was Born, After the Winter and Still Born; and three collections of…...
Urban Sprawl — Majeed Amjad
TRANSLATED FROM URDU BY RIZWAN AKHTAR for twenty years the trees stood on the edge of a singing canalthey were like spruced sentinels as if guarding some bordersdense, comforting, sprinkling shadows with spored canopies,twenty thousand…...
Poems — Max Alhau
TRANSLATED FROM FRENCH BY PATRICK WILLIAMSON The waste land I You will have advanced thus, among the trees and fire, you who, watching over this earth,had already walked along the…...
A Book Review of The Wild Weed — Oudarjya Pramanik
BOOK REVIEW BY OUDARJYA PRAMANIK Paul Kaur's collection, The Wild Weed: Selected Poems, translated into English from Punjabi by Arvinder Kaur, is a collection of 65 poems in which lived experience becomes engaged with shared…...
Discipline — Tapan Bandopadhyay
TRANSLATED FROM BENGALI BY NABANITA SENGUPTA Ambarish Babu was facing a grave problem after his retirement. A single stroke of the clock signalled that it was half past seven in the morning. Outside, it was…...
Poems — Kofi Anyidoho
TRANSLATED FROM EWE BY PATRON HENEKOU AND MAWULI ADJEI Ghananya¹ Hmmm Ghananya!Ghananya is a marshlandand a clayey morass.It is slippery.Ghananya is as slippery asokro soup poured on mirror.Ghananya is so slippery thatantelope, stag, deerimpala, jaguar,…...
Message — Subarna Mondal
TRANSLATED FROM BENGALI BY ARITRIK DUTTA CHOWDHURY Uddalak is very amiable. He sips his morning tea while simultaneously forwarding a bouquet of roses each to 143 WhatsApp contacts. But people around are…...
Poems — Saleh Diab
TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH BY JOHN DOHERTY I useSaturdays and Sundaysto make surethat life slips awaybehind mewith the neighbour's dogit's neither in the loftnor in the box of pinsnor in booksnor in silence…...