The Columbia University Press Fall Catalogue Is Out!

This anthology of contemporary Chinese Short Short Stories will be available this fall! I am so grateful to Chinese language and literature scholar Aili Mu for allowing me to contribute to this important project.


Contemporary Chinese Short-Short Stories



                                     for Trump

We all overshare here. Have you not
blinked intimate details of Mallo-Cups
which cost you four bottles to a
stranger on a plane? Does his shoulder know

your whole life story? Why do screens
disclose the country to complete strangers?
Sometimes it’s a white southern ache Movement.
: 1. Great nothing’s heavy-handed marbling

triggers 2. the norms of civility,
3. the staff’s grief.

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Brief Comment on My Experience at the NEH Summer Institute in Translation

…in which I praise collaboration, translation, the NEH, and, behind and beneath it all, my late wife Emily’s profound influence on my thinking.

(A link to Emily’s book)…/…/demanding-our-attention.aspx

Apparently, the anthology will be out October 3rd.


I loved my heavy life; I seemed a storm.
I blinked at so many things hovering. There

now is only laughter at my feral life.
I thought it would be enough.

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And here is the original, hot off the press:

“I loved my previous life, I loved my previous life. I had so many things going. I actually, this is more work than my previous life. I thought it would be easier.”


Wanna Sneak Peek at My New Memoir?

WTAW Press is offering a SALE on my chapbook, which is the first chapter in my memoir, And There Was Evening and There Was Morning (September 14, 2017).




An Excerpt from the Forthcoming Memoir

Brain Mill Press was kind enough to feature this brief excerpt from my memoir, And There Was Evening and There Was Morning, forthcoming in September from WTAW Press!






                     by Jeff Sessions

You can’t have the President of the United
States of America talking about The Border.

Civility is stretching — An empire
waist to Roosevelt’s “teddy bear hunt”–

that there is a friend and guide
in the long spaces which call you home

and promise the distant mystery of the busted
and soaked road. It is false that rooms

don’t lead people to the windows.
He is already causing a disturbance

in the bright channels that have
made friends mean.

The original:
“You can’t have the President of the United States of America talking about marijuana. You are sending a message to young people that there is no danger in this process. It is false that marijuana use doesn’t lead people to more drug use. It is already causing a disturbance in the states that have made it legal.”

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You weren’t looking before to
“A dead trap.” were you? To

surfacing into Time and letting someone
lead this here road of desperation?

Ahead guess what? Whatever that project was
the dust is about to shirk Everyone — And The sky?

Not bright. So smile and accept the hour graciously.
You’ll do a fine job of surprise. You might not enjoy


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The More Things Change….

“Those guys are made-for-TV monsters and,
although we love a horror flick, demand,
polls show, can’t meet increased supply, of late.
(The line between the sunk and saturate
is fine for any sponge. We Pluribus
Unums vote our consciences to worry less
about communalized better interest—
But squeezed enough, all sponges turn centrist.)
One-third alone approve a CEO
whose daily mispronouncements softly echo
his enemies. I’ve heard myself on tape
and want to sympathize, but stand agape
(in wonder, not in love) at what he says.
Printers once brayed their ink, but he just brays.”


from BYRON IN BAGHDAD (2006)


I crossed, leaving at the staccato-thumping.
Fire had finished the book; we were then showing
the dust. And punishment had the most beautiful piece
of its owner that you’ve ever seen, and the strange smoke
combed it, dancing.

And the original:

“I was sitting at the table. We had finished dinner. We’re now having dessert. And we had the most beautiful piece of chocolate cake that you’ve ever seen and President Xi was enjoying it.”

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