Translators are paradoxical beings—both creators and conduits, both self-effacing and self-assertive. Are they driven by an......

As I leafed through Kin, an anthology of poetry, prose, and art by women from Romani,......

We let out an excited shriek and rush back to the dance floor. The night sky......

The past is not the well-preserved remains of something    excavated by archaeologists. Bad situationswere always present......

Dyed plums weep their original purpleinto the secret spaces, finite securityis an avalanche-primed winter against the......

we unzip our dirty mindsto blast the thick & glisteningthighs of hillbrow we salivate at the......

”before i die, please put me on the bare floor, kalyani.”...

a man; a woman: clods of dirt on the sill of time how we spend sighs...

“Before I die, please put me on the bare floor, Kalyani.” This, my mother said, was......