chinese

jumping out of one building and into another

Three poems by Ma Yan, translated from Chinese by Stephen Nashef

In those days, I still lived. I hadn’t burned out

Three poems by Yang Xiaobin, translated from Chinese by Canaan Morse

Is that love, for our own sake we piled up your bodies

A poem by Chung Kwok Keung translated by May Huang

our one small lamp struggles against the wind

Ten late poems of Du Fu translated by George Life

Do not try to fool me with purity.

your big house, your america

set brush, mirror,salt shaker, scissors

under a red regime I find a self as yet unnamed

Can any of us save ourselves? Save another?

They knocked my teeth out. I became a member.

I should have been born a giant bird

followed by sudden rain, sudden wind