Sorrow, Uuganbayar Kh, uugan.art/ Uuganbayar Kh was born in 1979 in Mongolia. He earned his degrees in art from College of Fine Arts, Ulaanbaatar, in 1996, and Mongolian State University of Culture and Arts in
Haiti 1, Danielle Legros Georges Translator’s Note: Jean-Claude Martineau is a poet of the underdog. Throughout a long career as a writer (as well as songwriter, composer, activist, and statesperson), Martineau has made visible the
Translator’s note: There’s Nobody Up There is a joint anti-war project of Ukrainian photographer Arthur Bondar and Russian writer Ksenia Buksha. The source of the book is Bondar’s unique archive of over fifteen thousand negatives
Young Iranian Basij fighters member of the paramilitary volunteers (Irregular Warfare) fight against Iraq’sarmy in Susangerd front. Boy soldier of the Iran-Iraq war, Hassan “Jangju,” was killed in 1984 duringOperation Kheibar in Battle of the
we carry our dead like childrenlay them out in the plaza and encircle them in the frost the snow bewilderedas if none of us yet knewit was so easy to die everyone still hopesthey will
Territorios by Lisa Colorado Original Text: Naturaleza común; relatos de no ficción de excombatientes para la reconciliación [Common Nature: Non-fiction Stories for Reconciliation by Ex-combatants] Ministry of Culture, Instituto Caro y Cuervo, and Center for
for Omari from Afghanistan You shouldn’t have done it, Janna. Happiness is a simple thing, you said. Happiness is a cool shadow and you looking at me. But we don’t have cool shadows in
Sahel Flower | Jean Guerly Petion Let me prayWith all my strengthWith all the strength of my heart and of my bloodFor this Sahelian land Six million Nomads marching onGnawed by hunger to the bellyTwenty
Ida Faubert —Translated from the French by Danielle Legros Georges O marvelous artist, O creator of dreams,To my soul your solitary soul spoke,And I followed you, a sweet and sad exile,In the far-flung lands where
Like you, my horror is carved by the morningblood. I have no time to unroll dreams. The clock ticks,unveiling the old city structures, the guillotine of womanhood. Oh Shahrazad, the morning knows how to bite
admiral – when we came ashore the day beforethe prostitutes – learning we had returned from the wargreeted us as if we had risen from the deada 16-year-old liked me – I bought her pearlsa
Infiltration by Asmaa Samir Editor’s Introduction: Written by Elham Al-Zubaidi—and translated by Amir Al-Azraki and Sharon Findlay—“Camp Seagulls” makes a necessary contribution to Arab women’s literature in translation through highlighting lived experiences of Iraqi women,
