I dare not use mortal eyes to contemplate you

Four writer/translator teams work together to create a single story in multiple languages.

The intensity of the parent-child relationship, with its high emotional stakes, life-and-death responsibility, and inescapable physical proximity, makes for powerful stories.

In the current environment of relentless political strife . . . debate deteriorates into name-calling; partisans morph into zealots, complex issues are reduced to binary terms, and hostility seethes just beneath the surface.

Everyone knew that the way to become a revolutionary was through the Chinese language and not Tibetan.

These days, we have Tibetan writers writing poetry, essays, short stories, and novels in Tibetan, English, and Chinese.

It seemed to them as if the Chairman were sharing with them a playful and secret sign.

Tsering the Wandering Minstrel traveled the road in search of a dream.

Daughter of Brahma, you have suffered.

Water as smooth as brocade flowed with boundless dignity toward somewhere over the horizon.