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Poems by Rosalva Ruiz (SuperNova)
Last Strand of Hope There was no God to be spoken to…BrokenNo miracle, no magic casted…BrokenJust one strand, that one freaking strandI hung to…ClungNo matter how beaten…DesperatelyNo matter how deep into...
Interview
‘When I was growing up, we never had any Bhutanese authors. All the books we read came from outside.’ – Chador Wangmo
Chador Wangmo, teacher turned writer, lives in Thimpu, Bhutan. She has authored four novels,...
Story
ISCHRIS by Shajil Anthru
I am the son of Abdulla married to Alice, daughter of Elizabeth. Our friends were present on that occasion to see us wed. We lived together for more than a year, under the same roof. There was no demarcated relation between us...
Translation
The Dreamscape: Original Story by Rashida Sultana and Translated by Sitara Jabeen Ahmed
I am thoroughly exhausted, after disembarking the flight, clearing the long queue at the immigration and now this long wait at the carousel for my suitcase to arrive. Other passengers are collecting their luggage one by one...
Travelogue
Nepal 2016 aka Sometimes You Don’t Call But They Come by Anika Shah
08. 09. 16 Day 1 The airport today seems like a comparatively bigger bus stand. ‘bhai Singapore jaben, Singapore? You wanna go to Singapore, Bro?’ Saw one pretty guy. Only one. Forty-five minutes. Then the landing. The airport...
Story
ISCHRIS by Shajil Anthru
I am the son of Abdulla married to Alice, daughter of Elizabeth. Our friends were present on that occasion to see us wed. We lived together for more than a year, under the same roof. There was no demarcated relation between us...
Random
Racism, Travel and the Noble Savage in Translation by Margaret Saine
A warning forthwith: I’m retired, and therefore have the fool’s freedom of free play, that is, I...
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