At the crossroads
By Kirsten Le Harivel
The rickshaw driver sees me,
dupatta flapping, tiffin swinging;
late as usual.
As we head to my office
we speak about his daughter,
her child in Kolkata.
At the crossroads
By Kirsten Le Harivel
The rickshaw driver sees me,
dupatta flapping, tiffin swinging;
late as usual.
As we head to my office
we speak about his daughter,
her child in Kolkata.
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by David Macpherson
In the fall of 1994 I didn’t have a TV, so I bought used paperbacks and read them for the evening’s entertainment. It was Amherst, Massachusetts, and downtown had 6 or 7 bookstores, most of them with … Continue reading→
Daughter the Warrior
By Meggie Royer
The father from Yemen who lives on the upper floor of our apartment building
reveals that when he was first teaching his three-year-old daughter English
he named every object in their … Continue reading→
‘Dear Nat’
by Anastacia Tolbert
nat,
everyone should have 5 multicolored washcloths. a white one for the face, one for the body, one for your front private area, one for your back private area and one for the … Continue reading→
The Fall
By Татьяна Мурадова
Welcome to Russia circa 1985.
Ask but do not answer. Survive.
Positions are fickle. Open lies.
Wolf eyes. Uniform responses.
Family fuck ups and generations of militants.
Socialist foxes … Continue reading→