I had two choices: I could wrest back control of my life or I could die.

I guzzle the wine and ask him if he likes women now.

These kids could be just clever, fancy thugs.

Words Without Borders Launches Poems in Translation ContestMónica de la Torre to Judge We're pleased to announce a new contest to spotlight some of the groundbreaking poets working around…

We’re pleased to welcome Susannah Greenblatt as WWB’s digital marketing and communications coordinator. Susannah is a writer, filmmaker, and translator from the Spanish, and she…

Gonca Özmen’s poem “Knowingly Willingly” is excerpted from A New Divan: A Lyrical Dialogue between East & West. Jo Shapcott’s English version is…

Even in the Nablus of my mind I remain outside, peering in at windows, opening stale cupboards, looking for abandoned objects from the past.

Any way you look at it, it’s this town that taught me to be ruthless.

Each month, Tobias Carroll shares a handful of recently released or forthcoming titles in translation that he’s especially excited about.From World Editions | A Devil Comes to Town by…

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…

Tripoli is my father’s birthplace, and it always evokes existential questions about my identity: can I be of a place but not from it?

Brazilian writer, philosopher, and activist Marcia Tiburi currently lives in Pittsburgh, where she is writer-in-residence at City of Asylum. On Saturday, May 11, she will join Scholastique Mukasonga…

We spoke with Chinese author Ma Jian and his English-language translator, Flora Drew, who is also his partner, about their collaboration on his work. Words Without Borders (WWB): Flora—are you Ma…

Alia Trabucco Zerán’s debut novel, The Remainder, which is shortlisted for the Man Booker International Prize in Sophie Hughes’s translation, probes the lingering shadows of Chile’s…

The fifteenth annual PEN World Voices Festival kicks off today in New York City. From May 6–12, writers from around the world will participate in conversations, readings, translation…

Speculative fiction is alive and well in Italy.

Unsettlement, a lack of centeredness, manifests itself throughout each of the works in this issue.

He still loves her, so he complies. He runs the simulation all over again.

Death is colder than a cup of water on my body, and/ Fonder to me than sand

They’ve taken care of the medical expenses ever since “posthumous” became synonymous with “posthuman.”

Its scent is like infirmity, / This soul

I huddled in sorrow beside the warmth of my wound.

Inside it floated a tiny infant, in every way like a human being, except for its minuscule, as yet featherless, wings.

In this excerpt from 2019 Man Booker International winner Jokha Alharthi's novel Bitter Orange Tree, an Omani student dredges up her grandmother’s troubled past and grows entangled in the personal dilemmas of her fellow international students.

Nothing can force me to go on living beneath Hermaphroditus’s long shadow—one half wearing the other, half a woman leaning on half a man.

This National Poetry Month has been chockablock with recommendations of poets old and new, and we’ve celebrated as fervently as anyone. But we can all agree that the great pleasure and solace of…

Reflecting on Nationalist Discourse through Film“we are we” is a short film based on a text by Noémi Lefebvre, created with Laurent Grappe for a series of Lancaster Litfest events on the theme of “Found…

Outside San José, the world exists, but it is a city that, despite its smallness, tries to contain you.

AT SEAFrom the bottom of the closer ocean I scrape the sea into a plastic bottle let   its unknown conlang speak             above…

Poet and writer Malinda Seneviratne, one of the most widely read journalists in Sri Lanka, offers a poem for his country, accompanied by translations into Tamil and Sinhala.The heartbeat of my countryCrashes…