The moment Patrik Ohlsson unfolded the raffle ticket and saw the number for the first time, he noticed the intriguing ambiguity.

I’ve had a lot of time lately, and I’ve been thinking about the King and Queen.

You're not going to cause me any trouble now, are you, the conductor said.

A warden takes me by the arm as I slip on my blindfold and step out of the cell.

The departure came in the month of March, when the thaw opened up the passes, which in our mountains were like gateways toward the countries of central Europe.

Listen, child, to a wise old wolf: / in dance everything has its own meaning.

That prisoner dreamed that he was in prison. Naturally, the dreams had details and patterns.

Nevertheless this howling struck terror to the heart, especially in that bitter weather.

Fire? / No: light.

It took me some long months to realize that I was incarcerated.

There are so many book fairs out there that you could keep yourself busy for one year traveling from one book fair to the next.Last I weekend, I was in Turin, Italy for 48 hours at the Turin Book Fair.At…

I am writing to you from the Ruukkijoki prison barracks because the guard gave me paper and told me to write my last letter ever, home or to a lover.

My angel . . . Were you ever a Communist?

The Brooklyn Rail has boldly launched a new initiative to publish translations of both short fiction and plays online. In Translation promotes literary translations and encourages collaboration between…

There, where my body seemed to lay a great distance from me, I put my hand on my leg, on my fingers, and I couldn't tell they were mine.

Bare chests will be covered up, pretentious laughter gasps its last; late nights, idleness, sleeping late-gone!

When they reached Via Merulana: the crowd. Outside the entrance, the black of the crowd, with its wreath of bicycle wheels.

Quiet, you say. /     I hardly hear you.

I introduce myself to the world / mixed with my own shadows

Sit down and listen. And write everything down.

Don't say a word to anyone. Come alone. Make sure that you're not being followed.

I saw a shop / went in and bought / something I had forgotten / I already had.

Feverish, tense, you try to calm your rapid breathing.

Knowing this-that the doctor appeared deep in his Sunday routine-the woman hesitated.

He forced himself to take shallow breaths, even though his instinct was to swallow huge heaving gulps to relieve the sense of suffocation he felt in the crowds and the alleyways.

“Ambar Past’s poetry is born out of the beauty of Chiapas.” —Elena Poniatowska

without knowing if you're alive or dead / it's all the same

My wife was the weather woman