As my math grades plummeted, my interest in trombone records skyrocketed

Kids Bolo brings Urdu to families living in the West.

In search of a shared language

لكن المنـفى ينبت مرة أخرى كالحشائـش البرية تحت ظلال الزيتـون | Exile sprouts anew, like untamed grass beneath the shade of olive trees

A young woman struggles to stay in a loving relationship while being haunted by a past abuser.

Translating Anuradha Sarma Pujari’s My Poems Are Not for Your Ad Campaign

A Filipino and a Chinese girl, both comfort women, find friendship in a piece of critical fabulation

How learning a third language became a place of reconciliation for my mother tongues.

Imagining the future through words and through kin

etc.books founder Akiko Matsuo on building a space for feminism and solidarity in Tokyo

On the difficulties of continuing being a translator, and why we persist

A Truku writer on his relationship with his tribe’s traditional craft

A familial haunting returns a Palestinian writer to Arabic.

On translators’ labor and invisibility

Mit Jai Inn’s sculptural paintings thrive in abstractions and calculated ambiguity

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