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The Beautyful Ones Are Not Yet Born

by Ayi Kwei Armah

The light from the bus moved uncertainly down the road until finally the two vague circles caught some indistinct object …

The woman in the carriage

by Huangfu

During the Kaiyuan era of the Tang dynasty, a young man from the county of Wu traveled to Chang’an city …

A subway named Mobius

by A. J. Deutsch

In a complex and ingenious pattern, the subway had spread out from a focus at Park Street. A shunt connected …

Sangama

by Ricardo Virhuez

La primera vez que leí Sangama, la gran novela de aventuras en la selva de Arturo D. Hernández, quedé perturbado para siempre …

Spermatozoa

by Aldous Huxley

The hands of all the four thousand electric clocks in all the Bloomsbury Centre’s four thousand rooms marked twenty-seven minutes …

Retablo

by Julián Pérez

The man arrived one night in a shuddering and dying 350 Ford, under an infinite, star-studded sky. It seemed like …

Challenges (I will survive)

by Hernan Jourdan

Without Ezequiel in Medellin, I followed whatever sparked my curiosity into new streets. At Plaza Botero I saw bronze pieces …

El Retorno

by Sthephania Hermit

La naturaleza, el ser y la libertad: el camino al retorno El mar y la tierra, tan amplios como el …

Truth as a pair of underwear

by Kushal Poddar

Chickens and Kalashnikovs tumble
from the postern of a blind truck.
It zigzags, fades into dust.

Cara de Ángel

by Oswaldo Reynoso

Metió las manos en los bolsillos y fue más hombre que nunca. “El semáforo es caramelo de menta: exquisitamenta. Ahora, rojo: bola de billar suspendida en el aire”.

Blonde Indian

by Ernestine Saankalaxt' Hayes

We settle in for the next wait. Get comfortable, fit our butts on the floor, on chairs, against the wall. …

Por las azoteas

by Julio Ramón Ribeyro

A los diez años yo era el monarca de las azoteas y gobernaba pacíficamente mi reino de objetos destruidos. Las …