poetry_issue_11

মন/मन/mind: Camera Obscura

Ananya Dutta Gupta Mental haikya? Mens, mensa, Mensuration, Measure, Meagre, Me. Do you see it? It’s a pocket. No, a… Read More »মন/मन/mind: Camera Obscura

Jay Passer mausoleums in lieu of museums to clumsily unearth, hunched over, fingers blurred (happy memories for future generations). … Read More »The Old Country Beckoning with Promises of Make-Up Sex

Debadyuti Dasgupta I wake up in the morning wishing all art to be dead. And then I heard Kolkata’s Water… Read More »A Lovely Morning

Jina Kundu The night is dead, the stillness echoes and haunts You are scared of the monsters under your bed.… Read More »Gods and Monsters

Jonathan Fletcher San Antonio, Texas In a film of leathered men, I don’t know where I fit. Not… Read More »Watching a Rock Hudson Western at the Briscoe

Jeffrey Zable While eating a large chicken drumstick, I suddenly realized that I was eating a once living thing, which… Read More »The Realization

Lahari Mahalanabish What can you do when the brain catches fire? You can’t roll on sand nor leap in water;… Read More »Aflame

Bart Edelman It’s as basic as that. This poor chap has used the Cap. Oh, drat, drat, drat, drat. … Read More »The Dreadful Cap

Sheila E. Murphy She was one of those take-charge people Everyone in the neighborhood counted on To know what was… Read More »Lark

Shontay Luna It’s my sacred duty to face them, staring into the green eyes with pupils as dark as an… Read More »Facing My Demons