Tansy Troy in Conversation with Basudhara Roy...

On reading Kenneth Anderson Imagine yourself a big game hunter on a machan,waiting over the kill......

the most beautiful sightI have ever seen isthe rage of one womanavalanching intothe rage of tenthousand......

let’s call her neela, those wild blue eyessapphire gazingwhile you point a white torch in the......

I think of all the memories associated with nyama choma and family get- together(s) and I......

The numinous moss nestles in crevices of muscular manzanita trees,...

A man; a woman:clods of dirt on the sill oftime. How we spend sighs, the coin......