Mirrors Around X After Max Ritvo Max’s body is made up of four parts,equidistant from each other as if wounds could set up a bandto rehearse evocative ballads. The towel covering his body is an ancientrelic that once dried the...
Read MoreSmile The lyrics say You’ll find that life is just worthwhile if you just smile.* I happened to look at the pictures in the obituaries that the families chose and wondered what they meant to transmit when they decided which...
Read MoreLoner!He hurls the word across the room at you, his eyes see it travel across the room, expecting it to hit your ears, its sound wounding you, its contours scratching the surface of your skin like a cheese grater. He expects it...
Read MoreTranslated from the Tamil by Dr. S. Vincent “What, you have started?”“We have to do what we are obliged to do. Don’t you think so?”“It’s a such a long distance . . . and at this age! It would be all right if it was nearer.”“Is...
Read MoreUruguay is a small country wedged between Argentina and Brazil, a country of pastureland, lovely beaches, and a large cosmopolitan city, Montevideo. Among its gifts to the world is the literary achievement of the late Mario...
Read MoreDamn, Keats, I Wish You’d Lived Creator’s privilege, creator’s whimsy, creator’s pride, yes, but object’s resistance, object’s desire to be left alone, object’s narcissistic needs. So he mounts a rear-guard action, strikes...
Read MoreTranslated from the Bengali by Archi Chakraborty I am—I mean my name is Swarna Ghosal. My husband left for his office yesterday, that is, on 24th December and has not returned yet. He said he’ll take us to the zoo today....
Read MoreEvery house has chests. Secrets folded under the stacks of silks and starched cotton. Some houses evoke fairytales. Roses and marigolds swaying in the front yard, giggling child on a swing. Some, on the other hand, look as if...
Read MoreTranslated from the Italian by Patrick Williamson From “A city called six o’clock in the morning” (Edizioni della Meridiana, 2009) I’m hovering on the crooked balconyand you come with your soul on your shoulder you...
Read MoreTranslated from the Malayalam by K. M. Ajir Kutty Joemon tarried a while before opening the packet after slamming shut the door of the makeshift tent pitched with tarpaulin. The expression on his face then was somewhat shaken as...
Read MoreTranslated from the Bengali by Boudhayan Mukherjee Nobody knows me.So I sacrificed my head.I severed it from my torso and told myself,Now drink the blood from my cut-off head. When God arrived, He placed itOn the neck of a human...
Read MoreI love the love, I love to be Loved Lover’s anxiety on the sidewalk of longing Longing for a handshake electrostatic touch A light touch in the mind Violent mixing of the senses The melting of space into time I love the...
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Personally , I am an admirer of the Translator 😍. I usually go through her writings . This is also…
Personally I am an admirer of the Translator, I usually prefer to go through her writings . She is an…
Such a simple yet powerful expression of the wrongdoings that occurs in domestic sectors. Absolutely loved the story.
Can you please cite the original poem ? Where to find it in Bangla?
Such a wonderful work ma'am ❤️ I loved it
Just a wonderful work Ma'am....I loved it❤️