By: Kris Price I sip my pilsner looking up at the glistening golden cockatoo and parrot. Stoic just like my beer on the tattered oak. How did they come up with the name Top Hat? The rings now evaporated under my…
By: Hana Khalyleh A dingy harem, scattered with junkies, Stinking of lust and dusty Forget-Me-Nots A black-veiled, crimson-lipped beauty Night-haired and spacey-eyed Purple painted nails laced with cigarette smoke And a stubby cigarette laced with moonlight Skulks to my side…
By: Hana Khalyleh I know a place of pepper moon Where sunlight streams through cotton clouds Where snow flakes dance upon your nose And trees sing shades of green so proud I know a place where lightning tickles And thunder’s…
By: Hana Khalyleh How Far Does a Child Stretch? A horrible question, I know, but isn’t that what aging is? Rising more paper thin after every scraped knee and memory scabbed over, Yet taller and taller after each step? We measure…
By: Monika Nair Dark and dense as the color in my veins, The ink laughed hard, about to run through the paper white, Beginning to start an end, I mused over what to write. A few words won’t be enough for…
By: Monika Nair At two distant places…there’s a transparent me and a translucent you. As we walk together, our shadows follow us. I watch them play little games…watch them merge and then, diverge. I flap my fevered eyelids and gape at…
By: Sushmita Kaneri 10th has such a length, I wonder when it starts and end. In the initial days all are so ‘bindass’ freak, But later the UNIT TEST arises and we become weak! UNIT TEST ends and it is a…
By: Rupal Rathore (1) I’ve just started my story , Not knowing how it’ll end Without a jury To criticize its bend(s). (2) Let’s picture a scene Of a classroom with people, young Forty or so, aged seventeen Noise, squeals,…
By: Somrita Urni Ganguly He sat next to her, a wall, Unmoving. Unmoved? No, no, she convinced herself – A wall is not necessarily an obstacle; A wall is also about rootedness, about support. There is hope for her still….
By: Jina Joan Dcruz I breathe Into the fire of a thousand tears They are the silenced You walk Through the debris of dreams We are the silencers We dance By the valley of death Where the silence screams Of unspeakable…