Recent and forthcoming poetry in translation from Mexico, South Korea, Croatia, Haiti, and more.

Tobias Carroll recommends noteworthy new books translated from Ukrainian, Indonesian, Persian, Japanese, and Spanish.

Tobias Carroll recommends exciting new books in translation from Morocco, Argentina, Poland, Chile, Sweden, and Tunisia.

Have you ever had the feeling that even if you wanted to, you'd never blend in?

These artists capture both words and images to convey narratives individual and collective.

But three days ago, everything changed.

Contrary to the epic, totalizing, and politically engaged narratives of the Latin American Boom, the scope of the stories here is narrow, intimate, more local than ever before.

Days before my dad set the house on fire, there was a sheet drying bit by bit.

I would have ironed my own hands had I not needed them to iron.

It was impossible to talk to a dead man, so I talked to her instead.

The hearth is a fire that’s always being extinguished.

When did you agree to live like a widow before your time?

Nobody couldn’t have a belly button.

It is this ready route to the public, and the immediacy of response to some of the most urgent questions of our time, that gives microtheater its enduring appeal.

“Why don’t you ask someone else for help?”

Augusto Pinochet Ugarte and Gonzalo Leigh Meza are arrested under the charge of sedition on the evening of September 10.

It is a well established fact that we know our own countries better from afar.

He kept the body under the counter, right where he stored his medicinal herbs.

If they show up, one by one I will grab them by the neck with my left hand and, with that machete in the right, I’ll stir their guts until they fall down dead, dead, dead!

A woman—I should say a stranger—who caresses you, jokes with you

Last night I killed my son Mauro.

For love of Chile, for love of all things/ from north to south, east and west

Don't speak to me of liquidity, I'm consumptive,

His real name was probably Max Mirebalais, although we will never know for sure.

You washed your conscienceand hung it up on a linewhere the clean clothes dryBut drops of dirty water felland formed a pooland then a muddy riverthat flowed out to seaThrough that sea battleships saildestroyers…

Today I had surgery on my ear and telephone.

many fireflies / could have shone in your eyes

Xul said of himself: “I am maestro of a writing no one reads yet” and “I am world champion of a game no one knows.” But Jorge Luis Borges, who was influenced by him, said: “Xul…