Cormac McCarthy’s The Road can best be described as an exploration of human complexity in the wake of life-threatening conflict. It follows the story of…
Side effects of Living: An Anthology of Voices on Mental Health (Edited by Jhilmil Breckenridge and Namarita Kathait)Publisher: Speaking Tiger I grew up in a…
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.
Coming up from the West Fourth Street subway, I texted that I was a block away from the Washington Square Diner. Don’t rush, I’m early….
Randal didn’t know that it wasn’t normal to wait until your father got home from the bar before you could have dinner. It wouldn’t…
“Drinking mercury to the mystery of all that you should ever leave behind…. in time.” “Ava Adore,” Billy Corgan My purple skin projects royal essences…
And as the sets reverse, to bring age to each step, Every sordid moment worse, lost is the night to its solemn shroud And as I were, softly…
To Russell, always called ‘Dusty’ since the day he was born, his father was a big man; not just big but BIG. He had big…
A man couldn’t remember the combination to a padlock. He didn’t want to break it, so he tried 0000, then 0001. He was prepared to…
Everyone knows people who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones, you catch more flies with honey, that love makes the world go round. This…
“Can I go home yet?” Such a small voice for a big statue On a grey stool in the cornera British Museum guard yawnsand turns away…
“Do not touch this. You will only have troubles and problems.”– Archeologist, Iris Love, to Getty Museum officials on the prospective purchase of the Statue…
I always thought population control was a necessary trait in every nation. By that I simply mean not having kids, not genocide. From a social…
~After Naipaul’s “Tell Me Who to Kill”~a thank you, to those who made the journey, before They built the train tracksfor memory, brakes to stop…
They sat across from one another at the cheap station café. Trayfuls of tea, carelessly poured into narrow-waisted teacups, hovered around them. They were each…
A verb is a nation. That’s what I’d tell you over coffee. I’d also tell you that writing has its own economy. Supply and demand….
I feel my mouth go dry in terror whenever I hear a cricket. (Denise Duhamel) I have lived in the front yard all my life.Like…
Condolences, the card read and—she flipped it over—nothing else. Tara Contreras opened the door to her apartment and, without meaning to, thought: Better late than…
The kids have worked months for this weekend. They’ve stayed late after school, drawn complex plans, built up structures, and milled down wood. They’ve measured…
Ryan and Walker stood in the doorway of the railcar as the train chugged through a crossing in Homerville, Georgia. The town, like many along…