Every month, The Reading Room showcases a short story, or excerpts of a book, from some of the greatest writers the world has ever seen.
The Masters’ Gallery introduces selected art works of famous artists and a brief explanation on the context of the work.
If she had known what lay in store for her that day, she might have worn better shoes. She had squeezed her feet into narrow…
There was finally a moonless night when Andrew drove his car to Sandy Point and boarded the last ferry of the day to the Eastern…
Garland Breazeale was the last lawyer remaining in the courthouse’s library. Of course, “library” was a generous description for the cramped space in the building’s…
It’s under my skin, spread out like a thin layer
of drying pus between the transverse ligaments of my forearms
the ropey muscles that pit in the backs of my knees
She squats by the sluggish cerise tinged river
Under a heavily laden tree with debauched fruit
Mother, out of the nursing home for Thanksgiving,
skeletally osteo-arthritic at ninety-two, smacks
her thin lips at the first taste of white wine like
Priscilla, Queen of the Wine Harvest;
Every month, The Reading Room showcases a short story, or excerpts of a book, from some of the greatest writers the world has ever seen.
The Masters’ Gallery introduces selected art works of famous artists and a brief explanation on the context of the work.
Atharva Pandit explores the works of the great Hungarian writer, Laszlo Krasznahorkai