Editor’s Comment. A testimony to elemental courage, and the gruesome challenges, that such courage overcomes. The......

As rains lashed the chaturmashThe Buddha, planning his SanghaSaid, gaccamiBut His followersAnd Hers tooTheir Lady, flower......

Kill him! He is Muslim!Was the call of the crowd.Swords and knives in hand,All of them......

What I remember most about the war are the blackout windows. Behind their blinded frames come......

How do you kiss mouths where Words are festering deprivation? Because word upon...

Stand on your toes tall, watch the world Let the morning Sun glaze your thoughts...

1 First light crickets calling the chorus to an end2 End of servicefreshly plucked peoniesstill on......

Avinuo Kire’s Where the Cobbled Path Leads is anchored in a familiar terrain, Nagaland, a place......

Pause. Reflect.Raise your gazeNeither to her hijabNor to her open hairBut to where stands.The oppressor.And then…......

I like pressing the calling bell in my Dida’s house. It is on the wall in......