Fishing for A Living by Karthick SaravananThe Weight of the Tide
I keep a small, rusted iron key in a velvet pouch, though I have long since forgotten which door it once opened. It is heavy, cold, and carries the faint, metallic scent of a time when locks were sturdy and secrets were kept behind solid wood.…
Alone and Far Away by Giampaolo Antoni
Alone and far away, yet in a relationship with the whole, they are mindful of events that have taken place around them. They keep silent secrets that will never be spoken.
The Weight of the Season
I remember sitting in my grandmother’s kitchen in County Clare, watching her peel an apple with a paring knife that had been sharpened down to a sliver of steel. She didn't talk much while she worked, but she moved with a deliberate, quiet…