Vladimir Sorokin. Photograph by Maria Sorokina. My problems started much earlier than the night before deadline—they started ...

Dreams are trash. Dreams are ash. A man from Los Angeles left a small ziplock bag of his ashes to me in his will.” ...

My mamaw used to say, ‘I thought life was just one damned thing after another until I realized it’s the same damned thing ...

For our series Making of a Poem, we’re asking poets and translators to dissect the poems they’ve published in our pages.

My friend gave me the packet of letters to keep, and I knew that one day I would try to make something out of it.” ...