Translated by Wendell Ricketts. “A concert north of the arctic circle goes not exactly to plan in today’s #StorySunday, “Midnight Sun Hip Hop Foundation”, by Daniele De Serto … ...
A tale of the devastation of drought.
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She turns toward her reflection in the mirror. She knows now that she had been wrong, those months ago when she thought she had seen herself for the first time. ...
A moving story of mental illness and grappling with survivor’s guilt. Continue Reading Hans Shoes
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A piece of flash fiction about John Lennon and Yoko Ono
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A lyrical voice from warm dusty Lebanon
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The night was peaceful, the kind of peace one would never find in the city. I understand what you mean when you say that you miss the stillness of Pahargarh, ...
The castles of grief of those left behind, made light of and disguised.
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… it is a story Mummy likes to tell again and again, and I think she will continue to tell it till time itself comes to an end. ...
Go out with your friends. Drink. Play billiards. Smoke a joint. Smoke many joints. In your newfound exuberance try ecstasy, acid, shrooms, whatever you can. What’s the harm? ...
A study of the howling, brazen dogs of Kerala, that walk on walls like stalking gargoyles, eyes reddened by dust, yellow-cornered, ridden with disease.
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February is when jacarandas bloom in Bangalore, carpeting the edges of streets purple like an extravagance of confetti. Continue Reading Flowers for Kamala
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They didn’t let me see the body. My father dragged the crackling blue plastic through early November snow. My stomach knotted. Continue Reading all dogs go to heaven
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Who here amongst us is as we speak dying of a hair through the throat? I ask you, come forward with your stories. Continue Reading Dictator
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Tourists pass this spot on their way to Machu Picchu. They buy our woven bracelets. It is early morning and we are in time to catch the first of the ...
The heady fermented smell of guava filled the room as Amalia’s mother turned off the blender, tasted the peachy-pink mixture, and added more sugar. Continue Reading Footholds
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We will give the name chronotope (literally ‘time space’) to the intrinsic connectedness of temporal and spatial relationships that are artistically expressed in literature. Continue Reading Chronotopia
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The orbital Care Home careens towards that great burning ball of hot that two-thirds of respondents associate with the words ‘holiday’ and ‘relax’. Continue Reading In Space Nobody ...
“I’m no more your mother Than the cloud that distils a mirror to reflect its own slow Effacement at the wind’s hand. —Sylvia Plath, “Morning Song”
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Today’s stomach ache reminds you of a time in high school when you went to the movies with your friends and the film wouldn’t start on time, so the theatre ...
