Nepal

Lying flat face up
with hands and legs tied parallel
with banks corresponding
and like a terrorized creature
unable to gather the body together
for a hope of living
Iowa River continues...

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Two young men, one in a bright red t-shirt and the other in a navy blue one, were perched on top of a huge billboard positioned strategically on the roof of a five-storied building. The view was impeccably...

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The Translation Series will be a special volume of La.Lit, a literary magazine that seeks to engage a broad community through literature and art. The overarching goal of the series is to promote regional literary...

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Vladimir Nabokov migrated from Russia to the United States and wrote his bestseller, Lolita. Arundhati Roy wrote The God of Small Things from the small town of Ayemenem. Fyodor Dostoevsky was translated from the...

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The northern Himalayan districts of Bajhang and Darchula in far western Nepal bordering Tibet still have rich oral traditions that tell fascinating tales about human life and death, happiness and sadness, love and...

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In bed because of the flu since the past few days, I am watching the movie Wild to kill time. My wife is readying to go out to meet her friend, and is asking for the laptop from another corner of the room, where she...

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I was born in a remote village in the mountainous region of western Nepal. Until I grew up as a school boy in that remoteness and learnt that a bigger world existed beyond what I could see around, my entire...

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Apart from English, I speak Nepali and Hindi. Nepali is my mother tongue and the official language of my country Nepal. Nepali is spoken and understood well throughout Nepal. It is also considered to be one of the...

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I live in a country rife with systemic inequality.

These days, my Facebook feed is flooded by a certain share, friends urging friends to sign a petition: Allow Nepali citizenship to be conferred by the mother...

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This is a recording of a public space, Patan Durbar Sqaure, where I sometimes like to sit on the paved dabalis and write (or draw).

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My hands are two little antennas
which receive remote waves
distill and disseminate messages
generated and circulated by the brain.

My heart pounds and heaves
releases blood to brain and...

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