KANYA KANCHANA
Give me / a circle, a halo, a circumscription, / a sphere of eleven dimensions, / a list of lists, a key. / Give me / a thunderstorm poncho, / an endangered turtleshell, / a backpack no heavier than 12 kilos, / a cave. / Give me 
a terrace of food, /
a garden of songs, /
a communal lovebowl, /
a lab. 

A special portfolio of writing from the Lusosphere: Portugal and its colonial and linguistic diaspora, with works in English and in translation exploring Lisbon, Angola, Brazil, Cape Verde, and Mozambique. A debut short story by Silvia Spring, essays on home and complicity, and the DISQUIET Prize-winning poem. It's DoneRUI CARDOSO MARTINS There are two twin

India, The Church of Our Lady of Hope Words and images by KANYA KANCHANA  

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The air is rare, the energy dizzying. The mountain seems to have shot out of the earth in one violent explosion. Kings and apricots and baby Rinpoches.

On my last day in Rhodes I went to Filerimos. I wanted to see what Kasdaglis and Seferis had seen. At the monastery’s door I encountered a man selling souvenirs and asked him about the fountain.” Rhodes, Greece   |   New Dispatch by A. Mauricio Ruiz » I have sat here in the West