Mattias Monde Beyazit National Library – Istanbul I first encountered the Collected Poems of Sage Meyve several years ago while researching the Selim II Caliphate at the Beyazit National Library…

Greta: Thanks for doing the interview, anyway, on such short notice. I don’t want to do Zoom or Google Hangout. Staring at faces on the screen creeps me out. And…

Diane Payne Norma stands there, not exactly caressing the mango, more smelling the mango while giving it a little squeeze here and there. “Hard to know which mango to buy,”…

Aqueb Safwan Jaser Tareq often missed his childhood. He missed the plucking of lavender from the field, he missed flying vibrant colored kites in the sky and he missed making…

John C. Mannone It rings a hellish ring, and then it talks to me: everyday those eyes would stare while glowing in their plastic sockets. I do not want to…

JBMulligan Martin couldn’t remember who his first real protégé had been. They called it mentoring now, but that didn’t change things. Was it Tony, sitting across the table from him,…

David Estringel Come!Let us eat green pears—cold—at night on the rooftopunder burdened boughs of the old yewand the moon’s pale glow.Let us loveand laugh at myths and shadow-playsborn of sticks…

Melisscious Moose A name wasn’t what they called me.What they called me identified me by the colour of my skin.The colour of mud. The colour of faded, lead-based paint.The paint…