The Witch's TongueThe sky was still and heavy. I sat alone, listening to the wind slide over the rooftops like a whisper that didn’t want to be heard. That night, God spoke. Not in thunder. Not in fire. But in silence beside the television set. He gave visions. Six or seven, clear and hard as bullets. And one of them — one — was dark enough t

In keeping with many critics, “we are able to criticize his perform, but can not question his intentions (endeavor of the totally free brain).” In Jahangir Nagar University he worked with pure platonic sorts. He labored with geometric styles like two related triangles. He manipulated the varieties in this kind of manner that it creates resembla