By: Ramlal Agarwal Banu Mushtaq, hardly known beyond her circle of activists and the Bandaya Sahitya movement in Karnataka, has suddenly caught the attention of the literary world by winning the International Booker 2025. She deserves the recognition because she…
By: James Aitchison The words inour heartneed nointerpretation.They are the truth.All men hear them,and each must decidehis course… In strength, onefinds gentleness;fear has fled;peace replacesconfusion andextends time.The rush of theearthly fades intosilence.And silence isabsolute.
By: Cariou Beijing, China.May 16, 1966. Sunny. After school in the afternoon, our teachers asked students to sign up to join the Red Guards[i] while class cadres were compelled to join. At the age of thirteen, I didn’t understand what…
By: Ramlal Agarwal It was heartening that Geetanjali Shree’s Hindi novel, “Ret Samadhi,” translated as “Tomb of Sand” by Daisy Rockwell, won the International Booker Prize in 2022. Tomb of Sand is an unconventional novel that does away with conventional…
By: James Aitchison How we long for control,for ordered lives,neatly wrapped days,tidy packages tied withpredictable string.But I see nothing tidyin Nature; no straight lines,nothing the same shape,the same size; nothingeasy, nothing smooth.And I love it! The road isforced to follow…
By: Carl “Papa” Palmer light around the edge of the blinds5:30 I hope 6:30 I guesseither way I need the bathroomhoping there’s time to get back in bedfor at least another hourbefore 7:30 alarm clock on the night tablenot wanting…
By: Carl “Papa” Palmer The first thing I notice every time I come to visit is the familiar aroma of this hallway smelling as if the same lavender laundry soap is used in every assisted living facility in Tacoma. I…
By: Guillermo Bowie Todo en la vida es pasajeroY Miguel De UnamunoNo fue el primero enConcluir toda ramificada conclusión de este sentido De haber mencionadaLa realidad abruptada en ser pasajeraRelatarla con la brevedadDe algunos días expirados en la obelisca llamada…
By: Jim Bates Springtime country walkStrolling under sunny skiesSoaking up the sun. Springtime seeds fallingSwirling on a southern breezeScattering like dreams. Springtime breeze blowingDucks dabbling on rippling lakeBobbing happily.
By Deen Sayeedin Root summons me forth“Say, embrace with me”Abruptly the sound arises in the air“No, no, no”My entrance waversThe soul in in fluctuation Bringing dreadfulnessThe sound comes forwardWith darkness Swiftly with sword,Root says“Let’s fight”FightOn and onMe, being a vapor,Mix…