Magnificent Octopus

Looking up at the heavens she howled and cried until she grew hoarse, but even after her voice had given out, her whole body continued to sh...

Another woman was already standing in my favorite spot by the rusty tracks. Her long coat had a high collar that resembled the gills of a tr...

Between emerging from the métro and disappearing again into the darkness of a movie theater, I would see women whose real-life roles I was u...

I had always found it unpleasant to have guests in my apartment. They filled up my rooms with strange sentences I would never have formulate...

On tree day maybe the cherry tree in the schoolyard will fall on top of me and crush me. Almost all trees are sick these days, even if they ...

Often it sickened me to hear people speak their native tongues fluently. It was as if they were unable to think and feel anything but what t...

"The Bath" is a substantial short story that starts off Where Europe Begins , a collection of Yoko Tawada's work. Have you e...

Wolfgang's mouth smelled of lies. There are different sorts of lies, and each one has its own smell. This particular lie smelled of susp...

"Were you ever in Canada?" I asked him. "No." "Do you know what sort of country it is?" "A very col...

Stop Global Warming and Save the Polar Bears! The polar bear speaks up, and it makes me want a bicycle: "The bicycle is beyond all ...