Passionate about ordinary things, like how ingredients become food – that detail was included in the winning story told at the Moth event ...

I recorded my boro chacha’s stories about the Liberation War one hot summer afternoon in the village house in Kushtia. We went into his ...

When you're a kid, you cherry-pick the best stories about your family to make them seem grand. I'm still seduced by the tales ...

Here is a quick-writing experiment I did with describing scenery through a child's perspective. The houses turned to tiny islands ...

 This Friday Fiction is (mercifully) short, as to test out the power of a few sentences - enjoy! She watched the bubbles escape from her ...

  Ok, so it's technically a little late to be called Friday Fiction, but if you'll forgive me a few hours, here's the start...

Going with a trend on Twitter , I'm going to start posting some of my fiction work on - you guessed it - Fridays. Here's the fi...

Last week, I had the fabulous opportunity to attend not one, but two literary events in NYC: The Nuyorican Poet's Cafe Friday night s...

Jezabelle threw her needles across the chair and hurled herself down after them. The faint scent of his cigarette breath was still on the p...

As a writer , I am constantly filling up pages and pages and files and files and scraps and scraps of notes, poems , memories, paragraphs an...