The Weight of Breath
There is a moment before the animal turns. It is a suspension of time, a thin wire stretched between two lives. In the forest, silence is not the absence of noise; it is a presence that demands a price. You stand still, your own breath a small,…
Snack Time by Preeti Patel
This black faced monkey was sitting on the roof of the car enjoying the view then suddenly gave a quick jump, made him right in front of me. What caught my attention was the difference in his eyes due to a cataract, and I also noticed that he…
The Grit of Ancient Time
The taste of dry earth is a metallic tang that settles at the back of the throat, a reminder of dust storms that once scoured the plains. I remember the feeling of sun-baked stone against my palms—rough, unyielding, and radiating a heat that…