PEN members today not only gather for literary events in their home countries and internationally but also defend writers and the freedom to write worldwide.

At eighty-six years old, Éliane had to stand up and confront her own private nightmare.

This month, WWB took a look back at some of the important writing on race and racism to be found in the magazine's archives.

It would be naive to speak of editorial decisions without taking into account power relationships and established patterns of prejudice that undergird the publishing industry.

Engaging the evolving dialogue that broadens definitions of global Blackness.

“Trouillot’s most striking childhood memories of the Duvalier dictatorship remain the image of Duvalier’s militiamen searching her family’s and neighbor’s houses for publications and other works of art deemed subversive.”—Edwidge Danticat

Was there still a second floor? Don’t think about it.

Entwined concrete houses / perform pirouettes on both sides of the street

Fear sets up a tent / on our chest

You needed a guide, one of those men who lived off the flesh and blood of the camp.

I keep saying that Haiti is neither a postcard nor a nightmare.

We already know there are no words for saying some things.

drip drop / port-au-prince’s life slips away

I abhor humanitarianism.

The temblor of January 10, 2010, has become part of Haiti’s literary landscape.

At the age of twelve I realized that I could do whatever I wanted with women.

Why doesn't your mother come back to look for you, constantly asked the woman.