by Steve Gray Previous Episodes Colour me a Festival The Holi Festival was coming up, on the 22nd of March, the Nepalese community wanted to do something, the usual thing is to shower people and places in coloured powders, they did realise that although fantastic fun for participants it did
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Bittersweet Nectar by Abbey Maffescioni Summer never ended, when I couldn't tie my shoelaces and my parents had to carry me across blistering asphalt. Summer never ended, when I couldn't reach the hanging nectarines that blushed and teased, my Nan would pluck the juiciest ones. My
By Elyse Harrison Sunny days make me blue, For these are now days without you. The grape vines are in full bloom, But they remind me of how you left all too soon. I hold on tight to the memories, fearful they will slip away. But I have to let
by Jo Curtain “Around me the trees stir in their leaves and call out, ‘Stay awhile.’”—Mary Oliver My day begins in the early morning light of a mountain ash forest. Mist has yet to surrender the branches, bare to everything. A stinging dampness glistens. Slowly, I follow the narrow
by Jo Curtain Seosomun Shrine History Museum and Park, Seoul Stark winter bites. Gravel crunches underfoot. I take the longer route—there is always something more to see. Brittle brown tufts mark the names buried under frost-covered ground. a cold wintry wind frozen shadow on the ground meditating cat
by Abbey Maffescioni Summer never ended, when I couldn't tie my shoelaces and my parents had to carry me across blistering asphalt. Summer never ended, when I couldn't reach the hanging nectarines that blushed and teased, my Nan would pluck the juiciest ones. My cousins sat
By Denise Main and Ian Chisholm Previous Episodes ‘Not much of a day for us to be out and about, George,’ Archie muttered as he stamped his feet and spread his hands over the small fire they had managed to keep alight. ‘Must have had a lot of rain overnight.
by Ferris Knight They can’t tell me what day I was admitted, just that it was 71 days ago. So does that make it July 7? I don’t remember. That’s unsurprising, considering. Packing, I took what I thought I needed for what I hoped was a maximum