“The leaves are moving — like tongues, like time, like tradition, / like things rise inside an oven, soft and curious. / The leaves are moving — they’re like smoke, / always waiting for the wind to push them,” from “Asvattha,” by Sumana Roy
Guest editor Amit R. Baishya introduces this special section on Delhi | In the Anthroposcene
“Beyond / this tedious Monday calm, an algorithm // without hunger / without teeth, something thrums / like a splinter of unease beneath the soles // of my feet,” from “Rhesus macaque,” by Nitoo Das
it’s the first time in weeks i’ve been / able to stay all day on my feet & this / makes me want to say yes & keep / saying it,” from “First Warm Sunday of the Year,” by Safia Elhillo
“you dance / because your bellies are empty . . . / that’s how you fight loneliness & the biting economic meltdown . . . / you men with villages of wives,” from “the dance,” by Vonani Bila
The Captive
A man shelters from war in Gaza with his ailing fish, his mind turning to Yuri Gagarin, the first man in space.
Poupeh missaghi reached out to a few people on the ground in Tehran and asked them to share their observations and insights on contemporary reading habits in Iran.
In this review-essay, Laura Pensa considers Las niñas del naranjel, a historical fiction that is also intimate, deviant, and populated by other presences.
In his plea for the planet, in which “humans understand themselves as a harmonious part of the Earth, neither more nor less than other animals, plants, and rocks,” Spanish writer Ernesto Pérez Zúñiga advocates a new geo-humanism that restores nature to the center.
Traversing the Human/Simian Divide: A Conversation with Prateek Vats
A conversation with Prateek Vats, whose film Eeb Allay Ooo! is part of an emergent oeuvre of multispecies cinema from India.
9 Questions for Katie Goh
An interview with Katie Goh, whose book, Foreign Fruit, follows the complicated history of the orange, an investigation that parallels Goh’s search into her own heritage.