Prose

For no obvious reason the air of the room was heavy. They kept on staring the television. Lights were...

My mother used to tell me that I was born after a lot of prayers. She never thought she...

Maame’s three daughters were healers. They could tell which leaf cured poison and how to deal with a snake...

Dust Yes, there are wolves in India, though all you see are thickets moving in the wind, shimmering grass....

I adore the pair of swans, dwelling in the mind of the Great, subsisting entirely on the nectar of...

In search of lost eternity in ROME (Proust may forgive me)   I step out onto Via dei Funari...

« The film follows 50 women from Syria, who were forcibly exiled in Jordan. They came together in autumn 2013...

“Burn, bitch, burn,“ Gretel shouted as flames engorged the old woman’s cottage. As she and Hansel turned to run...

Poetry is an invisible victory. The poet creates a whirl of words that follow one another naturally and freely...

Her bangles clink when she bends her hands to search for her phone inside her bag. A sense of...