I will not accept this old age / grafted slyly on my body.

Morning starts / when lights turn green.

Contemplating a family heirloom, a ruminative Amarjit Chandan finds the past staring back at him.

He pleaded for him to believe him.

Fairuz was only to sing on stage.

A shattering pain, or intense euphoria

I looked like a Jew, an Islamist, a Portuguese, an Iranian, an idiot.

“You need to take your clothes off,” she continued.

So J. Lee’s translation of Choi Jin-young’s “Dori and Jina,” from To the Warm Horizon, appears in this month’s Queer issue. The two sat down together at a cafe near…

최진영의 장편 소설 <해가 지는 곳으로>의 발췌 부분이 영문으로…

Words Without Borders, A Public Space, and Fence to receive first annual awards for outstanding literary magazinesWords Without Borders (WWB) has been named a winner of the inaugural Whiting…

In Accra, you stand smack in the middle of your own shadow at midday, right in the middle of the world.

We’re pleased to welcome Mandana Naviafar, who will be working with Nadia Kalman on our education program, Words Without Borders Campus, this summer. Originally from Tehran, Iran, Mandana is currently…

Words Without Borders partnered with SLICE to produce an International Exquisite Corpse story, written by four writer/translator teams from around the world. Below is the resulting story (in both the…

Ahmed Bouanani’s The Hospital, translated from the French by Lara Vergnaud, is forthcoming from New Directions. Based on the author’s own experiences as a tuberculosis patient, the novel depicts…

Looking for appropriate international viewing fare for Pride Month? Veronica Scott Esposito offers a catalog of foreign films based on queer books. Kiss of the Spider WomanBrazilian director Héctor…

Each month, Tobias Carroll shares a handful of recently released or forthcoming titles in translation that he’s especially excited about.From Liveright | The Collected Stories of Machado de…

Việt Lê’s untitled self-portrait (time for tea) is the cover art for the June 2018 issue of Words without Borders: The Queer Issue IX.Passing stranger! you do not…

In this new bimonthly series, “Best of the B-Sides,” critic and bookseller Lori Feathers recommends a new work in translation along with a number of backlist (“B-Side”) titles…

It’s a gorgeous rubbish heap too, a city of the timeless now.

On the occasion of Words Without Borders’ fifteenth anniversary, editorial fellow Núria Codina looks back at pieces in which writers explore the unique opportunities and challenges of living and writing…

The contributors to our Queer issues produce narratives that elude facile compartmentalization.

It was on that afternoon that the cat began talking to me.

It wasn't their voices that they'd lost, it was all memory of their language.

In honor of the first Internationalization Campaign, they decided to put on an Apple Pageant.

Hong Kong is situated at the convergence of multiple literary and linguistic traditions.

He’s the third white soldier I’ve met this month.

Why was he the one with the keys to Michel Foucault’s apartment?

I didn’t know Dori’s wounds, and Dori didn’t know mine—perhaps that’s why we could see each other as we were in that moment.

I can’t stand that one the way someone with a chronic sinus infection can’t stand abnormal shifts in weather.