by Chanchal Kumar Sometimes, everything begins to fascinate me:The slow passage of nightacross the sky, the blur of traffic,the snare of my smartphone. What I want is a way out of presentness. I want to leave & hope to keep going—tho I don’t know if I want to get out of bedto do that.
by Perle Besserman First: What I love most about writing is being visited by characters who invite themselves onto the stage of my mind (or heart, or imagination, or dream life, or whatever you choose to call that place that is no actual “place” but is more real than the…
