Anguish? // Guram Rcheulishvili //trans. Trevor Durham

fiction

“The rabbit hungered. Cold. Uncovering the snow, he dug his legs in,

jumping in a rush toward the grove. Wind pierced. Nothing could be

found.

-Hunger.”

Your Ring or Your Life // Chidimma Ada Unachukwu

fiction

“The school environment changed much. The fashion of the

women more western, the roads expanded and more busy with new

infrastructures on construction . The only things that did not change

were the women selling roasted yam and okpa di oku.”

Two Stories // Tara Isabel Zambrano

fiction

“The early dusk sky is crimson. Rama arranges the left overs, picks

her toddler while another grocer helps with placing the basket on

Rama’s head. In distance, uneven crags pose as mysterious totems,

their geometry−a hymn written in air. She thinks of the man who

squeezed her hand while handing the change.” —from Ungauged,

Unseen

So Many Rivers: Accompanying Witnesses in Guatemala’s Genocide Trial // Chris Shorne

nonfiction

“The front of his shirt reads: La memoria de los Pueblos, la que

cuenta la verdadera historia. The memory of the people, that which

tells the true story. Emanuel and the other witnesses told their

stories at the genocide trial in 2013 and now they do it again. When

they share their stories, I don’t ask why. I don’t have to. Each person

tells me why. Why they talk to accompaniers, why they gave their

testimony once, twice, why they will do it as many times as it takes.”

What Do You Have to Say to Jesus Now? // Shirley Sullivan

“As he talked, Kate dangled from a tree outside the window,

alongside the icicles, contentedly unborn, the pulse of drugs in her

veins. Eddie’s voice traveled to her from another universe. “I’m a

time voyager,” she offered. Their bodies would be discovered in a

week or so, under the bed alongside the monkey, who would have

nested in her hair.”