a chapter self-translated from her novel "Tilda’s Secret Book” (Tildas hemmelige bog), published by Hovedland in 2018
Sarajevo, 1994
The candles cast a gloomy glow on our faces. We were sitting with our heads ...
Neighbours by Narcisa Vucina
LAR Online, Translations
translated by Siavash Saadlou
The Fall Hastens
In memory of Masoud Mohammadi
Over on the branches beset by pillage
they are making the bed for ravens.
This is how the city falls prey to the autumn;
a city, ...
Five Poems by Mohammad-Ali Sepanlou
LAR Online, Translations
Translated by Chamini Kulathunga
Toward the middle of the cigarette, my thoughts turned semicircular and started heading eastward, completely defying my expectations. So now, they must travel through the central hills, ...
Eastbound by Ruwan Bandujeewa
LAR Online, Translations
Translated by Izidora Angel
On the morning he set off from the village mounted on the old donkey, none of the villagers gathered lamented his leaving and yet their sendoff was strangely ceremonious.
They bowed to ...
Amen by Yordanka Beleva
LAR Online, Translations
Translation by Melanie Moore
1.
Child number one: cute and ginger, a quarter of her face behind thick-lensed glasses, plait all awry and undone.
Six-year-old Klara is writing a letter to Grandfather Frost in ...
Grandmother Frost by Margarita Meklina
LAR Online, Translations
Translated by Brady Ryan and Essayed Taha
an excerpt from Born: The Story of Naela Kamel, née Marie Elie Rosenthal
Tante Aziza and Nana came over to our house on Naim Street and said that Saad wanted to marry me. We ...
Inshallah We’ll Get That Permission by Nadia Kamel
LAR Online, Translations
translated by Emma Ferguson
THREE STEPS BELOW,
is the shadow that guides
the light
the deformed feet,
their contrast
through the corridors
of the house.
Hands enveloped
by candles,
a foothold of sticks
in ...
Four Poems by Esther Ramón
LAR Online, Translations
translated by Carlie Hoffman
Crystal
All is still. A flock of fallen leaves,
golden brown, soak in sunlight.
Chalky clouds hang from the cobalt sky.
Frost-jeweled flowers.
Crisp, green pine—the ...
Four Poems by Selma Meerbaum-Eisinger
LAR Online, Translations
translated by Julia Anastasia Pelosi-Thorpe
Aquatic Centre
Stretched on the bed you sometimes see forms,
curves entering and spirals escaping.
Transparent organs up high open out
and become a soft line chasing ...
Aquatic Centre by Maria Borio
LAR Online, Translations
