In the seed of lilies / I buried you serenely

House under construction with dried branches, like spiders, in your scaffolding

Through the window I saw him throw the bundle onto the fire and stand over it until it caught light.

Public square. Guard in love with Magnolia (secretly, even to himself).

Herzl Haliwa lets out a scream and jerks his head from the pillow in alarm.

Where does Mrs. Simona go at night? Where are her feet taking her?

When I grow old, in however many three-month intervals, I'll gain more and more disabilities, cognitive and otherwise.

Naturally, he didn't say a word to his troops about the stupidity of their superior officers.

As we approach the end of the year, the editors at Words Without Borders would like to celebrate the wealth and variety of literary translations published in English in 2006. To this end, we approached…

A young man, an eternal invalid, loved a girl, but she was merely fond of him.

Who is an Israeli writer? Israel's dominant language is Hebrew.

It would be madness to delude himself into believing that Maria and the boy were still alive.

More than the snow he had to tramp through during the day, it was the cold of the night that made that time hard for him.

Perhaps it is merely a clever joke, but it has become a story, everybody's story.

He discovered suddenly that Gaza had a sea—a big sea too.

For the Israelis, these hours were needed so that each and every returnee would understand the truth they wanted understood: you are coming to place yourself under our heel.

A contemporary, retroactive review of the cultural identity of the Palestinian Arabs living inside Israel can form a basis for the critical study of the literary culture of this geographic area that is also known as the 1948 Region

Others have been obliged to live the lives of impossible citizenship, since the Arab who lives on the Land of Israel can never be the equal of an Israeli citizen.

Other rumors might have circulated widely in earlier periods, but without a doubt these new ones should have produced the greatest effect.

Like a goat, Lieutenant, like a tulip. I smell like whatever you want me to, Sir.

I picked up my cigarettes and went for a walk through the ruts toward Świnoujście

O my city . . . Be a little larger / so that I may see my shadow free / on the sidewalks

Mordechai is a simple person, like tens of thousands of others in Tel Aviv (though he would insist that there are few like him there).

If you were told: you're going to die here this evening What would you do in the remaining time?

“Her narrative voice resonates with the inner geographies of the Palestinian space.”—Anton Shammas

She opens the window to the friendly morning / and tempts its birds

I miss the company of books / Their consolation through trouble and joy

But the rababa is a naked, homeless instrument, and that is why, like beggars who do not have a rababa, the man used a standard tool for panhandling, a plastic plate.

The one whom you found by chance in the mirror,whom you found, by chance, in the mirrorin its dark side to be exactwas there, alone, thinking of youand trying to ingratiate himself with your isolationHe…