Mian Yang. Night rain. The 1980s.Homesickness and heaviness encroach. The heavens could be angry, the people may grieve,the […]
Kwame Dawes
The wind whistles on a spring night.Time slows, hardening into desolation.These bouts of guilt, these many departureshave turned into […]
Wind Whistles on a Spring Night by Zhao Ye – ...
Deep in the mountains, the falling stones ringlike bronze bells, their clamor hidingthe reverberations from the heavy hammeringof […]
The Bells of Shizhongshan by Delimulati Teleti – translated by ...
In this extended valley, an ancient fissionbetween mountains, the insects continue their cyclesinside edifices of dry wood and […]
The Lost Tuyoq Valley by Delimulati Teleti – translated by ...
Then one day you know you do not believe your own threats; you know that the mystery […]
Détente by Kwame Dawes
After a while the locks grow over-worn with use, the screws get loose, and the gate flaps, […]