DODO

Karen Villeda Karen Villeda has published two children’s books, Pelambres (Pearson, 2016), Cuadrado de Cabeza (Edebé, 2015), one book of essays, Tres (Cuadrivio, 2016), and four collections of poetry: Dodo (Conaculta,...

Marialucia

Elisabeth Berchtold Elisabeth Berchtold was born in 1971, in Sweden. Her poems have appeared in various literary magazines. Marialucia, Norstedts, 2012, is her first collection of poems, widely aclaimed by readers and literary critics. Kära Svan, Norstedts, 2016, is...

Hot Still-Scape

Henry Finch Henry Finch’s poetry appears in The North American Review, The Sugar House Review, The Massachusetts Review, jubilat, The Seattle Review, Prelude, Forklift Ohio, Transom, The Denver Quarterly, and elsewhere. He is a graduate of the University of Iowa...

Aurora

Daniela Seel Daniela Seel, born 1974 in Frankfurt/Main, is a poet, translator, editor and publisher of kookbooks ‒ Lab for Poetry as Life Form. She frequently performs internationally and in collaboration with, among others, illustrator Andreas Töpfer, filmmaker...

Ice Suite

Cecilia Hansson Ice Suite   Translation: Bernhard Hagen   The Strait of Tjuvholm and the whole bay is packed with ice. Snow creaks under the feet, the sun sparkles in the back. I squint, but anyhow see all the way to the horizon. * Earlier: I was in some way...

New Year’s Morning

Gerður Kristný Gerður Kristný, a fiction writer and poet from Iceland, is the author of five poetry collections, two novels, nine books for children, a travelogue and one biography. Widely awarded, her work has been translated into 21 languages. In 2011, the musical...

sent a letter

Cia Rinne Cia Rinne (Gothenburg, Sweden, 1973) is a poet and artist based in Berlin. She writes minimal, visual and acoustic poetry in different languages, and collaborates on performances and sound installations. Her publications include the books zaroum (Helsinki,...

Innovative as ash

Jonis Hartmann Innovative as ash One grey morning, its season insignificant, I didn’t commit any error for the first time. I stayed in bed. Backed by those non-existent sunbeams, I stuffed the blanket into my mouth. Initially the progress was slow, but then it went as...