Based in Biratnagar, Sushant Thapa holds an MA in English Literature from Jawaharlal Nehru University (JNU) in New Delhi, ...

on armour dissolved by the summer heat. Lying on the edges of the bridge’s ledges, among the drop-outs of the Rome open city, you opened your heart to the gratuitous insult of Pedro, your lover, and ...

the crescent shaped border of our back garden.

only the congregation I made from stones. I’ve seen it in the photographs Hand over eyes. Child.Death Prayer.

Finally, Pavel discovers what he’s been looking for. There’s a work bench running the length of the long, low building, stacked with plastic containers. He opens one and the smell of formaldehyde hits ...

There are many squirrels in my body.

Whose Midas touch makes gold drab.

Shylock: Hath not a Gazan eyes? Hath not a Gazan hands, organs, senses, passions? Are they not subject to typhoid, hunger and despair? If you bomb them, do they not bleed? When you speak of “safe ...

I grew up in a country that did not exist anymore, wanting to leave it behind. It was a fiction, a lie, a past that couldn’t be reckoned with, ruins, a place I vacated and tried to forget about.

from the album The Land That Time Forgot. Order the album here.

As if the sky was ablazed with midnight memories.

A walk to the magical hanging valley of Culbone with its diminutive church and a further wooded descent on down to the sea at Porlock Weir. There will be opportunities to capture the moment in poetry ...