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Aging

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The Last Letter of My Body

By Alex Averbuch

gardens are in bloom: cherries, oranges, mandarins / I talked through three phone cards in three days

Translated from Russian by Anne O. Fisher

Multilingual

Reckonings: The Queer Issue XII

By Susan Harris

This year we celebrate Pride Month with seven pieces depicting Queer characters confronting decisive moments.

A dark door cracked open to reveal bright red light

Photo by Dima Pechurin on Unsplash

Yun-Fan: Singing the Variety of Queer Life

By Wanning Chen

“When I was twenty-three, I met my first girlfriend, who then went off with a man after just four months—and eventually married him.”

Translated from Chinese by Jeremy Tiang

Life Is a Pose

By Julio Villanueva Chang

In his spare time, he wears clothes.

Translated from Spanish by Nicolás Medina Mora

The Final Stretch

The old woman refused to wear any clothing she had not sewn herself.

Translated from Spanish by Julie Hempel

A metal bowl against a white background

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“Chhanna,” the Metal Bowl

By Amarjit Chandan

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

Translated from Punjabi by Sarabjeet Garcha

Mustard Flowers

Morning starts / when lights turn green.

Translated from Punjabi by the author

While I Slept

By Navtej Bharati

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

Translated from Punjabi by the author

Standing on Ashes: Three Punjabi Poets on Aging

By Sonnet Mondal

Punjabi poetry stands on ashes, reinforced by a blend of spirituality and dissent.

My Grandfather and Sitt Biba

By Mohammed Abdelnabi

I was convinced that I really had caused the death of the one I loved most.

Translated from Arabic by Nariman Youssef

Heldenplatz

By Antonio Fian

The nerve. Everyone cheers for him on the Heldenplatz and then he goes and cuts deals with the Russians.

Translated from German by Tess Lewis