Damayanti Saha — Excerpt: I could feel Aishwarya Rai’s smile on one note, an eyebrow raised, and excitedly but mistakenly remembered Dola Re.
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A sonnet about a 24K gold plated rack of lamb
Stuti Sinha — Excerpt: Dubai’s a destination for the rich / to spend their money, all without a twitch.
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There Are Way Too Many Obits for Rock Musicians
Michael Fowler — Excerpt: You might say I was born to rock, or at least reached puberty to rock.
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My Name’s Reacher. Jack Reacher. And I Just Want the Violence to Stop
Daniel Seifert — Excerpt: I carry a little chart of the human body, and I cross off each area where I’ve broken someone’s bone.
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Smells Like Home
Parul Desai Shah — Excerpt: “A buyer said the house smelled. Like spices,” Nina stated with dramatic condemnation. This was a bullet wound to my family’s soul.