Timothy Ryan's fiction has appeared in literary magazines such as Folio, the UK’s STORGY and Here Comes Everyone, Fine Madness, and the Clinton Street Quarterly. His non-fiction has appeared in publications and outlets as varied as Harper’s, Foreign Policy, Reuters, The Far Eastern Economic Review, The Christian Science Monitor, High Times, the Huffington Post and national newspapers in South Asia and Latin America and upcoming in Swamp Ape Review. His novel The Sisters: A Fable of Globalization is available on Amazon and his science fiction graphic novel “AE-35” was inked by Neal Adams and published by his Continuity Associates in New York. Currently he is the Asia Director for the Solidarity Center in Washington, D.C. and the Chairperson for the Global March Against Child Labour, founded by Nobel Prize winner Kailash Satyarthi. Recent academic work includes “It Takes More Than A Village,” a chapter in the book “Building Global Labor Solidarity” (Haymarket Press, April 2016). Timothy Ryan is an alumnus of the Henry Jackson School at the University of Washington, Masters in South Asian Studies and a member of the National Writers Union.
Be There Now
“Door’s open!” Russell yells.
“When’s it not?” Geoff and Sarah push on into his foyer, absorbing the faint sound of an intricate minor key wailing. They navigate past the huge brass Sri Lankan oil lamp standing front and center topped with a crowing rooster. After hanging her coat on a hook, Sarah turns and stares the rooster in the eye.
Cool, Sarah thinks. Ragnarok. Wrong culture, I know.
“When’s it not?” Geoff and Sarah push on into his foyer, absorbing the faint sound of an intricate minor key wailing. They navigate past the huge brass Sri Lankan oil lamp standing front and center topped with a crowing rooster. After hanging her coat on a hook, Sarah turns and stares the rooster in the eye.
Cool, Sarah thinks. Ragnarok. Wrong culture, I know.
Short Story
Issue 64
Parking Lot
Pulling into the long-term parking lot at Dulles, Cindy trolls past metal wheeled containers lined up like colorful storage facilities in the hold of a military transport, finding a spot in the Blue Lot, Row H, Number 58. She estimates forty meters to the bus shelter.
Gazing up through the windshield. Jet contrails across the blue overhead as sharp as scars. Meandering, fading, they bleed into the sky like an accelerated version of the human body healing and forgetting.
Short Story
Issue 21
Timothy Ryan
Timothy Ryan's fiction has appeared in literary magazines such as Folio, the UK’s STORGY and Here Comes Everyone, Fine Madness, and the Clinton Street Quarterly. His non-fiction has appeared in publications and outlets as varied as Harper’s, Foreign Policy, Reuters, The Far Eastern Economic Review, The Christian Science Monitor, High Times, the Huffington Post and national newspapers in South Asia and Latin America and upcoming in Swamp Ape Review. His novel The Sisters: A Fable of Globalization is available on Amazon and his science fiction graphic novel “AE-35” was inked by Neal Adams and published by his Continuity Associates in New York. Currently he is the Asia Director for the Solidarity Center in Washington, D.C. and the Chairperson for the Global March Against Child Labour, founded by Nobel Prize winner Kailash Satyarthi. Recent academic work includes “It Takes More Than A Village,” a chapter in the book “Building Global Labor Solidarity” (Haymarket Press, April 2016). Timothy Ryan is an alumnus of the Henry Jackson School at the University of Washington, Masters in South Asian Studies and a member of the National Writers Union.
Be There Now
“Door’s open!” Russell yells.
“When’s it not?” Geoff and Sarah push on into his foyer, absorbing the faint sound of an intricate minor key wailing. They navigate past the huge brass Sri Lankan oil lamp standing front and center topped with a crowing rooster. After hanging her coat on a hook, Sarah turns and stares the rooster in the eye.
Cool, Sarah thinks. Ragnarok. Wrong culture, I know.
“When’s it not?” Geoff and Sarah push on into his foyer, absorbing the faint sound of an intricate minor key wailing. They navigate past the huge brass Sri Lankan oil lamp standing front and center topped with a crowing rooster. After hanging her coat on a hook, Sarah turns and stares the rooster in the eye.
Cool, Sarah thinks. Ragnarok. Wrong culture, I know.
Short Story
Issue 64
Parking Lot
Pulling into the long-term parking lot at Dulles, Cindy trolls past metal wheeled containers lined up like colorful storage facilities in the hold of a military transport, finding a spot in the Blue Lot, Row H, Number 58. She estimates forty meters to the bus shelter.
Gazing up through the windshield. Jet contrails across the blue overhead as sharp as scars. Meandering, fading, they bleed into the sky like an accelerated version of the human body healing and forgetting.
Short Story
Issue 21