April 4, 2023
Retranslating Poetry with Runes: A Ritual for Poet-Translators
After CAConrad 1. Take a pair of scissors and a piece of paper, and cut out twenty-four equal-sized squares. On each square, draw one of the twenty-four letters of the […]
April 4, 2023
Introduction to a Translation Folio Guest Edited by Jennifer Croft, Jeremy Tiang, and Anton Hur
In the planning of this special feature on translations, the three of us asked ourselves what kind of translations we wanted to see more of in the world, and many […]
April 4, 2023
Fossil Land
A dead thing, if it’s lucky, will become a place. Dead things make way for the living, soften into soil and climb through the water table, up stalks of corn, […]
February 23, 2023
The Girl the Girls Piece Together
But he looked at her hands and saw they were real living hands. —The Brothers Grimm, “The Girl with No Hands” Hand The pears in the orchard have been numbered […]
February 23, 2023
Documents
The Kenyon Review · “Documents” by Diane Mehta The birth certificate that documents my entry into the world is the first of many documents that explain my life, but when […]
February 13, 2023
The Bell(s) of St. Alban’s
I. St. Alban’s, the Anglican church in Squid Tickle, Newfoundland, was built in 1934, in the depths of the Depression. It replaced the small wooden building that had served as […]
January 31, 2023
Fish Tales
The Kenyon Review · “Fish Tales” by Karen Kao 1. Today, we shun the swing set. Forget the crabgrass lawn and its gravel path. The green ball is too soft […]
November 22, 2022
Forcing His Body to the Water
Hughie Lining your arms thunderbolt and swallow tattoos / the signs / on your door Freedom Respect It Protect It The Right to Bear Arms / your beard / your […]
October 3, 2022
Departures
It is Sunday in Hong Kong. On the margins of hard pavement or grass, along passageways and bridges that lead out to the docks, beneath the awnings of office buildings that at other times in the week cover only vacant space, there are thousands of women gathering. On Sundays, spare plots of ground are claimed with cardboard boxes flattened into a makeshift floor.
May 16, 2022
Gladioli
It was that rare spring moment. The morning was cold, but the breeze felt baked. Their naked green stalks were just emerging from the dirt. In English the flower is […]
March 2, 2022
Like Dogs
In Kigali, I live in a house surrounded by a brick wall; on top of the wall, shards of broken glass are set into concrete. The glass is intended to […]
March 2, 2022
Pioneer Days
I knew corn before I could sink my baby teeth into it. I started husking, tearing off the starchy green leaves, at four years old. My wrists were too weak […]