“Silence” and “Contending with ‘You’ After You Are Gone”

After Rebecca Lindenberg

I look into the history; I circumnavigate—

I know of nothing stronger than the laughter of these women.

There is a waxing // for every waning.

Stars, trees, lasers, lights, everything locking into nothing, everything together yet apart.

I speak with the weight of / hours left on this side of the pacific

Translated from the Persian

Translated from the Persian

Because the summer feels more hellfire than hellfire.

“Anthill,” “Jericho,” and “Tofino”

These writers elegize and scrutinize the liminal spaces between taste, smell, and image, between individual truth and collective meaning-making

I needed the concoctions F poured to quiet the things that grated and grew wilder each year—the confusion of being part white in an Arab country, part Arab in an expat world.

I was struck by the world I tasted—woods, Baja California granite, the winter of the grapes’ growth.

Locheequat, fruit of the non-doing.

I am only the height and width of a girl. 

Translated from Hanja (Old Korean) to Hangul (modern Korean) and then English

Su Yu-Xin’s paintings and mixed media pieces

A notebook on alchemy, memory, and sensation

Former Open City fellow huiying b. chan answers ten questions, plus one open-ended one, about his writing life