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Poem-A-Week: Sam Hamod
Dying With The Wrong Name: At first, it’s hardly even noticeable – it’s easier, you can move about as an American – but looking back the loss of your name cuts away some other part, something unspeakable is lost.
Poem-A-Week: Megha Sood
The Day Liberty Was Disrobed
We plead them, hear us once
just once,
before they carve out the pointy conviction
and chiseled them to suit their needs…
Poem-A-Week: James Ragan
If For Each of Us
I would want the distance to all understanding to narrow just enough to fail at failure.
I would want a melody of chances
to learn to love again what first I dreamed, free as wonder, soft as touch, and of all things simple
to care again for them as much.
World Literature: The Need and Importance of Literary Translations
Cultural Diplomacy: by Kalpna Singh-Chitnis How wonderful it would be to learn more about writers and poets from other parts of the world, mention them with great enthusiasm, study and quote them the way we are inclusive of the western writers in our interactions, cultural and literary exchanges, and shaping academic curriculums! The above phenomenon…
Destinations: Gibellina Vecchia, Sicily Creto
Gibellina Vecchia, Sicily Creto by Ed Schad Ovid writes of Sicily situated precariously on top of the body of the god Typhoeus. He’s a giant snake. He “coughs ashes and vomits up fire” from under Mount Etna and tries, from time to time, to “shake off the earth’s weight.” Thus, earthquakes and lava. Ovid goes…
Sindhi Sufi Poetry of Sachal Sarmast
Translated from Sindhi by Lajwanti. K. Jaisinghani and Gayatri Lakhiani Chawla I myself am Punhoon, O sister this I have not forgotten I don’t turn my back on this truth,tell me what other I would be In Kutch and BamboreIt is I who dwellswhere else should I journey? People say you have many AashiqI, myself…
The Hourglass
A Short Story by Chaitali Sengupta ……….The fitful autumn gusts shake the window panes all night. As if an angry beast in chains wants to break free. On nights like this, Sucharita cannot sleep. A strange discomfort hangs over her. It drains her of all energy, but the thoughts and the memories remain. Getting up…
My Sister and The Kite
A short story by Yuri Kageyama I have not spoken to my sister for years. She is the only sister I have. I’m not sure that makes our growing apart an extraordinary loss in a human connection, or just the loss of one person in an array of such connections. I usually don’t worry about…
Short Story: A New Dawn
By Indrani Talukar The door is locked. But she can hear Bahadur’s voice lilting like a feather caught in a breeze. “Bibi!” He knocks thrice. Typical of him. Opening the door, she puts out her head hesitantly, knowing fully well she will not see anyone. Anyone other than Bahadur. “They need more jars of apple…
Poetry: Matt Schroeder
Hangman Days Unbearable, the world that broke into time.Unbearable, the just-born certainty of distance. ……………………………………………………………–Susan StewartAll I wantis to be told………………………..take your time that the lineisn’t dead……………..instead as soft…………….& malleable asthe forests I hidebeneath my tongue that objectsare no closerthan they appear dead dogs…………….hospital bills………………………..slowing senses ………………………..it’s not that I don’t………………………..look up at the sky………………………..&…
Kamayani: Jaishankar Prasad
Excerpts from the Epic Hindi Poem Kamayani (Translated from the original Hindi into English by Usha Kishore) _____ Excerpts from Canto I: Chinta (Thought) On Himalaya’s spiring summit……………sheltered under shadows of stone,the lone man, with tearful eyes,……………discerned the swelling deluge. Below was water, above ice;……………one fluid, one frozen.One elemental prime – call it……………what you may,…