Aura Christi

by Aura Christi

translated from Romanian by Adam J. Sorkin and Petru Iamandi The light sends its ambassadors

Landscape with Mud and Prints
by Jennifer Bullis

The trails slick and soggy after three months’ snow and rain. Water fills the woods, floors all the low places with slow-flowing brown and gray. Sometimes, the water silvers, and branches above, as always, green. Among still-bare canes of wild rose and salmonberry, a new path tramped by dogs off-leash leads to a puddle, now pond. I follow the paw prints to see. … Continue Reading ››

In Fretta
by .chisaraokwu.

once the last air raid ended we gathered ourselves, looked left then entered the main road — the sun splicing heat into our skin. an old bus, like a rusty metal lunchbox, appeared, puttering at the speed of anguish. no passengers. from a distance, our march could have been mistaken for a bloated centipede — sluggish, out of place. we barreled along outwitting bombs ordained … Continue Reading ››

by Clara McLean

In my father’s final weeks he would collapse into a chair to catch his breath each time he crossed his kitchen. What work the lungs had left to do, a tumor pressed against the heart’s soft artery. Afterward, in Cabo Pulmo, where divers held their breath for centuries, grappling for mother of pearl, I heard the hiss of gills, that movement outward and inward, gasps of microbes … Continue Reading ››