Horse Power, by Fadil Muhammad AuliaThe Rhythm of the Dust
We are often told that progress is a straight line, a paved road that demands we shed our skin to move faster. Yet, there is a pulse in the earth that remembers a slower cadence. It is found in the soft, rhythmic strike of hooves against volcanic…
From the Yellow Field by Shahnaz Parvin
Mustard is a fantastic weather crop that grown from seeds sown in early spring. It likes moist soil and sunny location. Once upon a time it was the main oil seed crop of Bangladesh, local farmers produced the amount they needed. This spring…
Velvet on the Tongue
The air before a storm has a specific metallic tang, a sharp electric prickle that settles on the back of the throat like dry dust. I remember walking through a garden where the humidity was so thick it felt like wearing a damp wool coat. There…