The walls were a sterile white, bright enough to blind. I kept my eyes partway closed, watching the nurses walk past in their crisp candy..

Kusum, A. (18 November 19–) Letters to the editor, Dainik Bharat, Manoranjan Ravivar, p. 5-6. Editor’s note: Printed here unedited, this curious letter and its..

My anxiety went through the roof once Adam left. The cage I had built to contain my fears collapsed – a cage formed from the..

We had all these kids uprooting trees. We provided chainsaws. They sent chips of bark flying, catcalled to one another, egging each other on. I’ve..

Mandy Bishop had heard a good bit about acupuncture over the years. She was, after all, fifty-four and the Chinese therapy had been somewhat in..

Traffic inches along the 101 Freeway at rush hour South of San Francisco on a Friday evening except for the luxury buses racing up the..

Last year, in the month of July, usually a time of reckoning that comes in the wake of appraisals at an advertising agency, I realised..

Squatted on the ledge of his hand-pulled rickshaw, a man with light grey hair, in a chequered lungi peered at me as I looked at..

“As a rock on the seashore he standeth firm, and the dashing of the sea waves disturbeth him not. He raises his head like a..

It was made of aluminum, I suppose or some other metal. It was shiny and steel colored and had my father’s other name, the European..

An essay by Joshua Weinstein   Our fate will not dare to reject us. This fact I know well, if we’re all blown to hell..

“Go on now, nobody needs ya ‘round here.” groused Whitman as he spoke to the wind that rattled the length of a row of Beech..

I had recently graduated from college, where, as a matter of fact, I received an outstanding dissertation award. I met Lucila in an introductory stock..

The family came to visit the house one warm Sunday, early May, the April rain lingering in parks, on sidewalks, in the cloudy skies. The..

Note:  The following is drawn from the Tang Minister Fang Xuan-ling’s account of his extensive conversations with the peasant/poet Chen Hsi-wei, whom he visited in..

The date was 27 June. Or it may have been 28th. I’m not sure. But this took place at a time when I was still..

When he told her that Dr. Kahn said he had skin cancer because over the years he had refused to wear a hat, sat too..

Every day, before I begin my rounds, I stop at our home’s shrine to Zheng He, the one whose voyages over 300 years ago started..

I’m not sure why I didn’t tell Grandma about the girl sleeping in our fruit grove. It was around midday when I found her. The..

Who among us has not dreamt, in moments of ambition, of the miracle of a poetic prose, musical without rhythm and rhyme, supple and staccato..

I haven’t really done much. The least I can do is write this down while I can. I was a lazy redhead – the sloth..

When I was a child, I saw my father as the Indian Jimmy Dean. He was a young god.  That’s why my mother married him.  ..