by Ema Dumitriu In fleeing me, my wrath, my fear a female rat is giving birth on the hot sidewalk, steadily, trailing behind a streak of blood with child

by Milena Findeis In the mouth, the word to taste to chew It hums in the ears is rolled by the eyes cut apart by grimaces Spread with hashtags processed in the news stream until it ends, checked o...

Reviewed by Kate Tsurkan Bora Chung’s “Red Sword” wastes no time: its universe is at once cruel and seductive, immediately demanding that humanity assert itself. We are introduced to the narrator—a ...

by Olena Herasymiuk Translated from the Ukrainian by Viktoria Ivanenk I am standing on the stage that no longer exists it’s not a stage — it’s a mass grave, under it buried alive, lie thousands of m...

Interviewed by Irina Costache "For me, being able to read these stories fills in a lot of gaps. Many times, it's not because anyone in my family or the Romanians that I grew up with in Detroit are wi...

Interviewed by Olena Lysenko “I’ve never had any taboos when it comes to humor. However, I would never joke about the victims of violence, and I do not support sexism or victim-blaming. That’s unacc...

creating Apofenie Online Literary Magazine

by Miklós Vámos Translated from the Hungarian by Ági Bori As an officer of the armed forces, he made certain to stare the defiant privates in the eye until the last moment. However, he couldn’t stop ...

by Andriy Sodomora Translated from the Ukrainian by Sabrina Jaszi and Roman Ivashkiv There before me was a bare window without even the sheerest covering, and in an instant I took in the whole ...

An excerpt from the novel Vanilla Ice Cream by Đurđa Knežević Translated from the Croatian by Ena Selimović After nearly two consecutive shifts—afternoon into early morning—her body teetered betwe...

Reviewed by Kate Tsurkan Reading “The Eyes of Gaza” from Ukraine, I was reminded of how no war occurs in a vacuum — the fight for survival, freedom, and justice is never isolated, but part of a larg...