By: Jessica Goody The fierce din of the typing pool, thirty women battering the keys, their fingers flickering insect-quick on the glassy pebbles, stamping the white expanse with inky hieroglyphs. The rhythmic drumbeat of pounding fingers resembles the factory roar of…
By: Debleena Majumdar I went searching for inspiration, Empty bowl in hand; Boss dumped a project, Friend cribbed a bucket, I ran to empty the bowl, Now full of dirt, wet, sand. I went looking for inspiration, Something to touch the…