Check out these 11 books of poetry, comics, short stories, novels and non-fiction anthologies. All by African writers. All #ownvoices. Meanwhile... Graphic short stories about everyday queer life in Southern and East Africa. By the Qintu Collab. English. Short Story Collection. So this work that we all do as artists and culture makers – we … Continue reading #GlobalPRIDELitMonth: Queer Africa: #ownvoices books from LGBTQ2IA+ African Writers
#GlobalPRIDELitMonth: Singapore’s #ownvoices
To encounter what is right and wrong about Singapore, read our literature.Cyril Wong In celebration of #GlobalPRIDELitMonth at Global Literature in Libraries Initiative, explore this booklist of open and unapologetic writers from Singapore. Ng Yi-Sheng. Edited by Jason Wee. SQ21: SINGAPORE QUEERS IN THE 21ST CENTURY. (2006). An Oogachaga Publication published by Math Paper Press. … Continue reading #GlobalPRIDELitMonth: Singapore’s #ownvoices
#GlobalPRIDELitMonth: Nostalgia for Death, Poetry from 1930s Mexico
It is a strange time to be reading a book called Nostalgia for Death. It’s even stranger when you think of all the hands that worked to get this Spanish-language book from 1930s Mexico, finally translated into English during the AIDS epidemic in the 1990s, and into this reader’s hands, during the Coronavirus pandemic in … Continue reading #GlobalPRIDELitMonth: Nostalgia for Death, Poetry from 1930s Mexico
Eclipses and Breaks of Light (Arturo Desimone)
A translation of Eclipses y Fulgores, an interview of Argentinean surrealist Olga Orozco, with new preface. Born to the Pampas in 1920, Olga Orozco spent her adolescence in the coastal city of Bahía Blanca in Argentina, and made her artistic debut in the so-called “Generation of the 1940s” alongside authors like Enrique Molina and Edgar … Continue reading Eclipses and Breaks of Light (Arturo Desimone)
#WorldKidLitWednesday: Little Parsley
Inger Hagerup is recognized as one of Norway's greatest 20th century poets. Originally published in 1961 with illustrations by Paul René Gaughin, Little Parsley is a classic collection of 17 of her poems for children, freshly translated from the Norwegian by Becky Lynn Crook. Ideally suited to children in lower primary, Little Parsley is an … Continue reading #WorldKidLitWednesday: Little Parsley
Three poets, three poems from Nepal: Dr. Rupak Shrestha, Bhisma Upreti and Dr. Tanka Upreti
Today, I present three poems by three poets from Nepal. 'To Orchid' by Dr. Rupak Shrestha Rupak Shrestha, a renowned figure in the Nepalese Diaspora in the United Kingdom is originally from Pokhara, Nepal. He lives in London. His solo recitations have been popular. He is sound in various forms of poetry such as Free … Continue reading Three poets, three poems from Nepal: Dr. Rupak Shrestha, Bhisma Upreti and Dr. Tanka Upreti
Michaela Angelova: Time is a man
Time is a man Time is the golden penny of an aristocrat with a cane – the old bloke, who writes nights in his office. he keeps a clock inside himself, measures hundreds and more - autopsies under the magnifying glass of the dead. Time’s cut up with a sword, little man, a nailed coffin … Continue reading Michaela Angelova: Time is a man
Olya Stoyanova: Small Stories
SMALL STORIES She likes to write notes— “I love you” to her husband, “I’m thinking of you” to her child, “Thank you” to her mother. It’s a little ludicrous actually, but her loved ones don’t speak of these things, even pretend they’ve never discovered anything in their pockets. Still, she’s been doing this a while— … Continue reading Olya Stoyanova: Small Stories
Alexander Nikolov: Fairness
Fairness Fairness? The slogan reads: “The music we all love”. From the burglars of military warehouses, stalls overflowing with camouflage equipment and boots, to salesmen lined up on the road to the sea. “The music we all like” is a shelf of pop discs in a petrol station. The field burns. The vase with sunflowers … Continue reading Alexander Nikolov: Fairness
Katerina Stoykova: Visit
Visit I visit my homeland the way a snail tries to fit back into his old shell. Day after day I writhe inside, counterclockwise. The shell is rough and narrow, opens sores on coddled parts But I persist, eat tarator, cry over graves, until I conform to my old contours. Finally, I am here. Snail … Continue reading Katerina Stoykova: Visit
