By: Pradeep Trikha This essay critically examines the poetry of Kiriti Sengupta, situating his work within the broader evolutionary trajectory of his literary oeuvre. It argues that Sengupta occupies a highly specialised, singular niche in contemporary Indian English poetry by…
By: Anthony Ward Tom stood attentively in front of the mirror, his eyes racing over the image portrayed within. He looked sideways at his reflection from the right, then to the left, then centred his gaze as he stroked his…
By Shaik Asad This man who’s part of my secret, well, let’s not worry about his name. Not like I see any chance of you dropping in my village, whose name too I choose not to disclose, but a secret…
By: Samya Jayachandran Mira always believed she was the best writer in the room. Not in the loud, spotlight-hungry way. She never bragged or waved her stories around like banners. But there was a quiet knowing in her, a hum…
By: Victor Hale He came out of the shower, water still clinging to his skin, and sat in front of the monitor. The screen lit up his face before anything else did. He opened a game. It loaded. He played….
By James Aitchison Aspiring writers frequently wonder why their work is rejected. Didn’t they like my idea? Didn’t they like my writing? Clumsy punctuation, misspelt and misused words and clunky phrases are the bane of busy editors. Faced with a…
By Thomas Sanfilip How a country’s cultural heritage finds its way to the future intact is a hidden miracle. The how and why is a mystery to most writers, particularly those who write serious literature. And pursuing a place alongside…
By: Jim Murdoch He Said, She Said (for Carrie) I gave my wife a cute pendant(of a bird because she likes birds)and she said, “Mm. What’s this?”and I said, “It’s new. They extract a bit of your loveand science it…
By: Dmitriy Kogan Yes, I came from a privileged background, I admit. But I never wasted the opportunities I was given. I was grateful for everything that my parents did for me. In the first two years I was at…
By: Syed Nahida Anjum REALIZATIONS AND FRUSTATIONS The faint rainbow dyed beams revealed a geometrically precise face supporting tiny black brushstrokes created by unsteady, wavering artistic lashes. The fragile brittle glass quivered with every touch with the turquoise sink. Clink,…