Venetian nightlife, I’m sorry to report, has become rather dull. Gambling, which used to take place in decadent brothels, is now confined to the Municipal…
Word from the Streets captures Richard Rose’s experience of Bangalore through his many visits.
The Sukshma Series is a first-hand account of an educated woman of post-colonial India reflecting on how the social and political set-up of the country defined the status of an Indian woman.
My mother and I stood in line for a coconut. My feet sank into the hot Caribbean sand as we waited with the other tourists….
Not far from near future, we bendlight around corners. Down periscope.Up and away from you all. Take me at my word: they’ve outlawed affection.We lock in,…
I always sat in the chair by the window. That had become “my” spot during committee meetings. From my chair, I could look out the…
You and I flush it down the toilet many times a dayBut it crawls out wrecking our just-mopped floors.Reeking. ‘Bloody hell!’, we shout in lingua…
Van Gogh stops byIn my garden. Death feels chilly so he wants a morning back on Earth. I told him I admired his iris paintings. He thanked me, didn’t…
Headless martyrs are riding caribou intothe international forest again. Fairies sippingnectar from hyacinths chuckle at this scene. They remember why bushmen lick beehiveswith honey-coated tongues…
Chris My alarm shrieks. It’s 6:57. Out of bed and into yesterday’s clothes. Dizzy from alcohol and insufficient sleep, I step into the morning under-dressed. …
draw a bath.with crayons?how does one color water? clear does not do justice,the glisten of droplets on skin.I’ll draw us a bath, you said, and I sawan…