Ghoria Moose
Richik Banerjee I lumps of molten meat flowing down the rust-eaten drains it was pouring heavily with the skies… Read More »Ghoria Moose
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Peace
Ravitte Kentwortz When I close my eyes and meditate on a word, my mind uses it like a cat… Read More »Peace
The making(end) of a poem
Aswathy Balachandran I used to write beautiful poems. (at least I think so) I trusted my instinct and spontaneity… Read More »The making(end) of a poem
DÉJÀ VU
Jinju S. I trace on your lips the contours of long-forgotten words. The kalbaisakhi rolls in on familiar geographies… Read More »DÉJÀ VU
Thought for Food
Lina Krishnan I sent him a poem When he turned eight Months, not years It lies now, in a… Read More »Thought for Food
I Solved Zeno’s Dichotomy
Robert McTague easily, pared all decisions down to my whole self seven years ago— halving motion never stopped: proof… Read More »I Solved Zeno’s Dichotomy
Vertigo
Vijayender Cherupally I am afraid of heights for, what if – standing here, as if atop the world, … Read More »Vertigo
Snap-Time Routines
Kat Leonard-Peck Snap-time routines cool jazz with the key ring baby on one hip and groceries swinging crashed to… Read More »Snap-Time Routines
She Went Back to the Beginning
Tain Leonard-Peck River song echoing down icy banks seawater shivers a chorus of return, ancestral the call to creche.… Read More »She Went Back to the Beginning
Love or Food
Sanjana Srivastava Walking through the lanes of Sokoto, I came across a starved black child. His legs were like… Read More »Love or Food