[A review of I Call Myself Earth Girl, A novel by Jan Krause Green] By William T. Hathaway She’s 46. She just found out she’s three months pregnant. Her husband has been […]
Review: A terrible beauty is born
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Story: The Courier
By David Hariman It was uncomfortably hot in Sierra Leone this time of year; the cooling, sometimes torrential, rains wouldn’t come for four months. The taxi jolted, hitting yet another pothole. The […]
Poem: Like the Village
By: Taslima Nasrin Translated by: Kousik Adhikari You look like that village On whose sky no sun rises, Only scarecrow clouds gather, Even the moon hides It’s burned face, Trees naked like old […]
Poem: With an Invaluable Jewel Near
By: Binoy Mazumdar Translated by: Kousik Adhikari Like walking With an invaluable jewel near A tension makes me pained always, I hear different flowers are there, But bathing in ocean of a person […]
Story: Moon and the China Cottage
By: Brian Michael Barbeito The China Cottage was not a cottage. It was a restaurant on the one lane highway nobody really patronized save for the odd travelling soul. Moon was not the […]
Language Endangerment and India: A Critical Study
By: Kousik Adhikari Imagine that you are the last speaker of your language! Every other person who ever spoke your language has passed away. You have no one to talk in your own mother […]
Indian Lit: The Unnamed Genre
By: Sai Diwan PART ONE Curtain. The colonizer has bowed out, and India remains the last man standing. The spectators gather their coats, and cheer their appreciation of the long struggle for […]
Story: Void
By Jennifer Hutchison Nancy lowered her head over the toilet bowl, forced herself to throw up again. She couldn’t stay in the bathroom much longer. Bubble Guppies would soon be over. The […]
The Tragedy of Power In Sophocles’ Antigone
MAN AND LAWS OF THE LAND By: Gaither Stewart Antigone’s travail begins when she learns she was born of the incestuous union of Oedipus, the former king of Thebes, and his own mother, […]
Poem: destroying the sky
By: Linda M. Crate when there’s thunder there’s lightening and always a surplus of rain colder than moon silver to kiss me with the stain of his melancholy or rage; wiping smiles so […]
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