Zarina was on the way to the shop where she worked; I was driving to my office; after much insistence, she stepped into my car and my heart gonged as she slammed the door and snapped tight the seatbelt. As much as I tried to fish out intelligent things to say, ideas and words sogged…

The seamen swing, in fatigued, fevered relish of the cradling in infancy, couched in their threadbare hammocks, the ship plunges into the reshaping trough of waves spooned towards the sandy dash with a green rumple on the horizon, to fill in the blanks of an eager nation. The cargo of half-starved humans shoved out of…

She swims, the water quivers to wakefulness the surface yielding into rainbow-ripples, encircling her like subjects around a queen. She walks, tall tawny locking grasses flex their blades away to tip towards the wild-bud stem-matted earth as she cleaves the scrubland and paws defiantly at the winds from the cracking ice mountains.