Issue 8 / Winter 2017 W hat a nuisance, to wake up with a song already repeating in your head. The earworms I’m especially prone to are those infantilizing jingles with all their half-assed folk whistling and dreadful ukuleles. Like serenading simpletons, they...
Issue 8 / Winter 2017 “Y ’all are hungry,” Mama said, no question in her downcast whispery voice. “I’ll be back quick.” There was something definite behind the distraction in Mama’s careless hair, and in her careless face, and in the blue-veined hands...
Issue 8 / Winter 2017 T he message gathered itself and shaped its form before traveling from fingertips to device to satellite to device sub prime, bouncing from Earth to space to Earth again. “Did you know that meteorites are for sale?” my sister asked,...
Issue 8 / Winter 2017 T hey weren’t friends, so Gayle wasn’t sure why she was there. When Marge invited her to her family’s beach house, Gayle was sure that the woman was talking to someone else. “It’ll be fun,” Marge whispered as the women walked out of their...
Writing and Publishing the Pacific: An Interview with Susan M. Schultz By K. E. Semmel In this issue of “Translator’s Cut,” we journey to a place we’ve never visited: Hawai’i and the literature of the Pacific. This has always been a fascinating area of the world...
