Kathleen Fullerton — Excerpt: Coffee brews in an old industrial pot, large upon the counter in this long open room optimistically called “the day room.”
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Sanskriti Roy — Excerpt: But Maa’s arrival is only partial, because Pujo is not for everyone. I realise this while passing through the city’s restless traffic on a Rapido.
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Tejaswinee Roychowdhury — Excerpt: Mum tells me that when she was little, she would sit with her knees to her chest all day, watching the God-makers at work.
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Cate LeBrun — Excerpt: I lack enough German to be considered functional so I nod like a stage actor, a smile fixed and hanging on by its sensitive teeth.
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Mary Buchanan — Excerpt: Her DNA smells of roses and lavender and her days are spent searching mirrors for keys to the future her author has already denied her.
