Category international fiction


Laying back in a black light and trace. And what, if anything, had changed. Fever red rooms. Stairs. Another thirty minutes to pretend? Another drink? Winter too long. Impossible to get one legally, and the river was ice. The man got up. Button by button reassumed his pants. Outside, the snow had already recovered all the windshields. (Berlin, […]

what is & is to come

one long run-on sentence of winter smudged the stubbled landscape * (some of) what is & is to come :

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Seiler: Turksib

My translation of Lutz Seiler’s story ‘Turksib’ was recently published thanks to the lovely folks at beautiful The White Review…you can read it here