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Graphic Lit


by Matthias Picard
Translated by Edward Gauvin

That night, it was a Ford that stopped.

My Cloud

by Mazen Kerbaj
Translated by Mazen Kerbaj

With practice I managed to fix stars.


by Li-Chin Lin
Translated by Edward Gauvin

I felt like I had a Taiwanese body with the mask of a Chinese person.

A Shining Path of Blood: Massacres and a Monologue

by Jesús Cossio
Translated by Gabriel Saxton-Ruiz

Silence! One must not question the justice meted out by the Party!

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.


by François Ayroles
Translated by Matt Madden

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


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.

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