Passion lives in the realization, especially among Calgary’s creative class, that everything is permitted here.

Patrice Nganang's When the Plums Are Ripe, translated by Amy B. Reid and forthcoming from Farrar, Straus and Giroux, recounts the story of Cameroon’s forced entry into World War II,…

WWB’s Translator Relay features an interview with a different translator every few months. The current month’s translator will choose the next interviewee, adding a different, sixth…

The Tang Dynasty poets translated by the Beat Generation poets are often associated with the totality of Chinese poetry.

On a mattress / amidst an armful of hair / a beautiful woman tosses and turns

In a world reimagining its cultural and political axes, Welsh-language literature gives voice to an experience more necessary and valuable now than ever.

I have become Japanese and I am no longer a Welshwoman.

Their wailing won’t let me sleep, won’t let me sleep . . .

It happened so quickly. The End.

At a time when Tibet is largely ignored by the international community, Woeser vividly conveys what it is like to experience the destruction of her culture.

I see your unfamiliar riverbank / and walk toward you.

right in the center, / sat the completely empty dharma throne, / richly decorated, the heart’s dream waiting / like a balloon floating through desire

my body, / like a spoon, here on this earth, sweetly scoops out / my brain.

I dare not use mortal eyes to contemplate you

Yes, there was a shadow there.

Dan believed it had all started going wrong when they took away his keys.

Food banks are one of the country’s main industries now; having replaced actual banks, who fled the island like rats from a sinking ship.

Each month, Tobias Carroll shares a handful of recently released or forthcoming titles in translation that he’s especially excited about.From Counterpoint Press | Inhabitation by Teru…

In Sigrún Pálsdóttir’s History. A Mess., translated by Lytton Smith and forthcoming from Open Letter Books, a PhD student uncovers information about the first documented professional…

From certain vantage points you can see the bones of the old city. Graying old buildings. Brickworks. Row houses stacked up on the hill.

Personal pronouns are just that: personal. They are intimately tied to how we present ourselves, or assert ourselves, in a heteronormative binary world. Many of us don't question the identity assigned…

I am old enough to remember when creative writing was something you “couldn’t teach” and was considered by the academy to be a less than legitimate area of study. (Journalism didn’t…

Mona Kareem is the author of three poetry collections in Arabic, a translator, and a literary scholar whose research is offering new critical perspectives on feminist novels in the Arab Gulf. She…

Each month, Tobias Carroll shares a handful of recently released or forthcoming titles in translation that he’s especially excited about.From Seagull Books | Ice by Sonallah Ibrahim,…

Bangalore was a small, sleepy cantonment town that woke up one day to find it had become a booming metropolis.

As you may have noticed, we’re celebrating our tenth Queer issue. WWB has always published queer work, of course: there was the Spanish writer Andrés Barba’s sorrowful long story “Nocturne,”…

So J. Lee’s translation of Lee Hyemi’s “The Cupboard with Strawberry Jam” from Unexpected Vanilla appears in this month’s Queer issue. After a year of emailing back and forth,…

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What brings people together isn’t language. If anything, when times are hard, shared language can deepen divisions.

I slept poorly while translating Geovani Martins’s O sol na cabeça, waking up repeatedly in the wee hours of the night, a solution to a thorny problem on the tip of my tongue, alarm…