Juan Carlos Mestre (1957, Villafranca del Bierzo, Spain) is a poet, essayist, and graphic artist. He […]
Translation
Bitter cold, the twilight of the year Clutching my coat, I seek out the sun on […]
The Bitter Cold Year by Tao Yuan-ming – translated by ...
Early summer, grass and trees are growing Around my house in carefree disarray Flocks of birds […]
Reading The Classic of Mountains and Seas by Tao Yuan-ming ...
a blow of sunrise in flowers leaves me intoxicated from lilac light and nothing […]
from A Woman With No Tongue by Daniela Camacho, translated ...
In the last twenty years I have lived in more than one hundred different hotels (Algolquín, […]
My Home is Writing by Cristina Peri Rossi
A clear wind in the flute, a singing zither Touched by those beneath the cypress trees […]
Enjoying Ourselves Under the Cypresses at the Chou Family Tombs ...
The ancient master left us a teaching: “Care for the Way, care not about poverty” I […]
Spring at my farm, thinking of the ancients by Tao ...
If I had not learned to write, stupid me, I’d be happy. — Papusza’s confession […]
Papuzsa by Jerzi Ficowski – translated by Jennifer Grotz & ...
I pass my hand over the wooden table to see if it has a fever; I […]
Zeno of Citium Reflects Aloud by Gemma Gorga – translated ...
A horizon of furious salt. And prudent camels move along with disappearing footprints in caravans. But […]
A Horizon of Furious Salt by Abraham Sutzkever – translated ...
Someone holds you. Your beloved. You see how dust is weightless in the sunlight— seeking a […]
Luxe by Irene Ivantcheva – translated by Holly Karapetkova
I remember a plant with leaves palm on outstretched palm nine-fingered each long I thought, without remembering its […]