“He wasn’t late, this detective. She was early. She had told him to meet her at eleven. She had eaten a light breakfast at nine. Then, terrified of facing the desert of the day, she had walked over at nine thirty.”
Four poems center around the ancient port city Machilipatnam.
In 1351, on the banks of the Yellow River, in the hands of a few downtrodden laborers, history began to turn.
Vivekanand Selvaraj talks process, society, his poetic origins, and writing in both Tamil and English.
Vivekanand Selvaraj, our featured writer for February, shares a series of ten poems in the “CogVerse”—a lyrical realm more familiar than strange, and yet strangely mesmerizing.
“At this moment, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are probably rushing around the campus looking for him, but they would never imagine that Hamlet had sneaked into the theatre to watch this… Aye, Antigone, an annual performance by his Drama Club.”
“9:45 AM, Monday, the heat was oppressive, clouds unmoving, the sky a toxic blue.”
“Love is not a possibility, is not due to our initiative, is without reason; it invades and wounds us.” – Levinas, Time and the Other.
“I had read lots of news about people being kidnapped on the bus, usually when they were sleepy. I had an instinct that I should be careful tonight.”
“Ah! Matchmaking corner! I remember it! We used to walk along the river every day! Ah! I miss the dandelions! The dandelions in the town have all been pulled out. “
I heard him calling out every night. The voice was mixed with acute distress and anguish. It was sometimes loud and sometimes low, and it was getting fainter: one can sense the life of its owner draining away.
Spittoon U Corner gives students the opportunity to showcase their creative writing. 1.I hear the Night walking from afar,In garments . . .
An affectionate, illustrated exploration of Chengdu in all its diversity.