Revisiting Kathmandu

Nepalikukur | December 9, 2018

I’ve been back barely a fortnight and my system is rejecting the very air I breathe. My throat feels raw, my eyes water and itch, and I’ve been sneezing like the Dickens.

Editorial, Food Issue

Rabi Thapa | December 1, 2018

Let’s spit out the cliché: you are what you eat. What, then, are we? A garden of flowers nodding in the wind? A nation of voracious mlechhas?

Three poems by Kathryn Hummel

Kathryn Hummel | November 19, 2018

The last sip of chai means morning is done. You have plans to abandon.

Giving and Taking

Niranjan Kunwar | June 29, 2018

Perhaps our salvation and power lie in standing together and sharing our stories, loudly and clearly.

Syangja Days – III

Nepalikukur | June 6, 2018

Where’s the pleasure in tea without a bit of a burp?

Syangja Days – II

Nepalikukur | May 10, 2018

Up and over a suspension bridge, past a tarp slipping off a bamboo frame littered with the aftermath of a bāluwā-gitti party – Himalayan Dragon Beer empties, half-devoured meals, a sodden fire, bike helmet, damp blankets.

Syangja Days – I

Nepalikukur | March 31, 2018

Of a sudden I find myself transported to a cottage of my own, an hour from Pokhara, a dusty, longish bus from Kathmandu.

“The Birds Will Eat My Bones”: Perhaps a Eulogy for an Impossible Saint

Benjamin Linder | March 17, 2018

John was drunk the first time I met him – 68 years old, thin but tough, short but imposing.

Writing Nepal 2017, joint 3rd: To Drown

Byanjana Thapa | March 17, 2018

It would begin as an emptiness that churned and expanded in Hajurama’s stomach, gutting her, carving her from within.