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Ladybirds’ Requiem

by Akino Kondoh
Translated by Jocelyne Allen

The whole thing started with an accident.

from “The Art of Flying”

by Antonio Altarriba
Translated by Adrian West

After four days they started passing out rations—a loaf of bread for every ten people.

My Mother Was a Very Beautiful Woman

by Karlien de Villiers
Translated by Marilyn August

She tried homeopathic remedies and other alternative medicines.

Mean Folk: The Story of a Movement

by Étienne Davodeau
Translated by Mercedes Claire Gilliom

Our workdays were long, the work was mind-numbing.

The Last of the Bunch

by Migo Rollz
Translated by Chip Rossetti

He moved away more than thirty years before you were born.

Palindrome

by François Ayroles
Translated by Matt Madden

Why don't we visit my parents on the farm?

Acrostic

by Killoffer
Translated by Matt Madden

Let's go . . . far away . . . anywhere . . . start over

Counting on You

by Etienne Lécroart
Translated by Matt Madden

I still can't bring myself to erase your name from my address book.

False Faces: An Imagined Life of the Wig Gang

by David B. and by Hervé Tanquerelle
Translated by Edward Gauvin

Remember that safe I carried off with Adjaj and Bernard and opened at my dad’s?

We Have

by Mazen Kerbaj
Translated by Mazen Kerbaj

We have nations that we don't want.

from “Morti di Sonno”

by Davide Reviati
Translated by Jamie Richards

If one of those things explodes, the city’ll blow up too.

from “Etenesh”

by Paolo Castaldi
Translated by Maaza Mengiste

When we get to Tripoli, you're on your own.

This is How it is When You’re Involved with Sensitive Girls

by Ilana Zeffren
Translated by Ilana Zeffren

I choose to keep away from shrinks and still end up on their sofa.

Letter to the Mother

by Mazen Kerbaj
Translated by Mazen Kerbaj and Ahmad Gharbieh

Because of you I fancied killing a hundred times.

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