Mystic Fluid
Milan Mondal The cauldron is full to the brim To welcome the Deadly Sins Following one another. The… Read More »Mystic Fluid
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Abysmal
Sangeeta Banerjee Stars depart, And the sky becomes a black hole, Yet again, Devouring the shrieks of a woman… Read More »Abysmal
When the Storms Pass
Anoushka Poddar Yesterday, the skies burned blue-black, The gods long have turned their back, The sky danced with flames… Read More »When the Storms Pass
Wealth Management
Hemang Ashwinkumar (1) A bloody fiver, this life of mine. Spent three on roasted grams, salted peanuts. Paani-puri… Read More »Wealth Management
Clockwork
Anirban Dam * A body in stasis is just memory decaying, you say. It’s probably an article she… Read More »Clockwork
Basilisk
Robert Beveridge The Band-Aids between your toes evade each attempt to shoehorn the Camembert from the treads of your… Read More »Basilisk
anticipation serial sowing (more likely stewing in) wild oats?
Gerard Sarnat over dawn’s steel cut oats cogitating god knows what… hummingbirds hovered outside an office window in… Read More »anticipation serial sowing (more likely stewing in) wild oats?
Five Senses in the City
John Grey Subway wheels squeal on track. Car horns blast. Babies scream. Mothers scold kids. Briefcases slap against the… Read More »Five Senses in the City
Untitled
Miriam Sagan a little Mahler it’s stopped raining the Resurrection Symphony makes you weep audibly although you stifle it… Read More »Untitled
Louis
Dibyasree Nandy Oar in my small hands, I toil, My burning desire to crawl, knees smeared with earthly soil;… Read More »Louis