By: Ambreen I sat there glumlywith my head bowedlips pressing on my clasped fingersmy eyes not meeting the blinking screen.Too afraid and ashamed.Nothing I wrote worked.The writer had disappearedsilently, watching from the shadowsmy next movenot knowing whether his failurewill mar…
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Splashes of Mousse, Fruit Salad and Birthday Cake Splashes of mousse, fruit salad, and birthday cake become montages developed viaNibbles of living, else adorned celebration tables. Such traces of happiness convertTo ant food & mold while…
By: James Aitchison in the bluecalmbayglassy smooth watershimmering sparklesbeneath the surfacea shape movesa shark circlesbubbles explodetwo sharks circleanother massacrein the bluecalmbay
By Douglas J. Lanzo Unfathomable Sacrifice Remembered There is no bridge or battlementthat they refused to cross,no high sea cliffs or mines ashorethat deterred their ships storm-tossed; They braved hellfire withering —RPGs crackling through the air —sky scorched with flames…
By: Joel Chace Her grandfather’s milkhouse. White:the cold; those painted concrete walls; what camefrom his cows as it swirls along silverytroughs; his hair; their breaths; air itself inthere, and in her The stone whizzes pasthis head before herealizes he’s dodged….
By: Carrie Farrar The Periphery It is not the unfurled highway we desire. It is what slips beside it— a red granary on a remote risealready gone before the eye can settle my hands hold the wheelbut not the motion…
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Apposite Ever apt per circumstances, select acts prove themselves asNever ending reminders of moments when troubles, elsewiseStormed against personal citadels, nearly smash to smithereens. In relationship to squatted trucks as well as budding ramie plants,Binned dreams…
(seen at rue Raynouard, Passy) By: James Aitchison It is small.It is plain.The literature shaped on its surfaceshaped its surface — see, it isworn concave in the centre by aweighty arm moving across it,back and forth, back and forth,writing, writing,…
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: 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…