By: Ilgin Yildiz The predicament of our moment (Anthropocene, Chthulucene, Capitalocene…) calls for disruptive ways of thinking and acting. A (re)reading of Michel Serres with feminist new materialisms (FNM) can lead us towards creative, realistic, and pluralistic ways of understanding…

By: John Grey MAINE FISHING VILLAGE, END OF DAY This evening’s oceanis murky blue. Locals swab their boat decks,rid the planks of today’s fish smell,make way for tomorrow’s. It’s been a good day for their pots,their nets. Storms roll inbehind…

By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey The rhythm woven in swift stepscascading light dispelling fear,evanescing darkness.The howl of storms spellingmystic hiatus between creationand destruction in feast of fury.Cosmic energy unleased in torrents,breaks the silence of thunderfilling the sky with strings of lightbeneath…

By: J.K. Durick Effects You just like the sound effectsof moving, of getting upthe sound your knee makesor is it your hip this time.It’s become a measure you usea counting up, or downtiming you from where you areto where you’re…

By: Tamoha Mukhopadhyay Last night exasperation ravaged my door,Manifesting futile loveMy vanquished soul broke into merciless tremors.The walls of my heart painted surreal shadows. Anguish blared in the tune of my anklets,In The Dilapidated construct of nightmareWhich blew across my…

By Ellis Shuman I remember meeting Milena the day I rode on one of Sofia’s rusty orange trams for the first time. I remember boarding, searching for somewhere to validate my ticket. The ticket was a thin piece of paper,…

By: Anthony Ward             Will painstakingly painted the same scene over and over. Like Monet’s Rouen Cathedral. Except this was no cathedral. It was the stone wall that enclosed his own back yard at the end of the lawn behind…

By: CLS Sandoval Christmas Lucky Ducks I hadn’t heard much from my dad in yearsJust a text here and thereMostly my choice He always sent strange giftsMaybe they were only strange because he didn’t really know meI never really let…

By: Moulay Cherif CHEBIHI HASSANI A haunting litanyOf love that can’t be deniedPainful absenceLoss of fragranceOf a fallen liveHere and there, livedSo much bitterness swallowed! And the end of the road a blatant truth,An imminent separationWill love triumph over so…

By Ranjit Kulkarni Why did God give the human species the intelligence to invent the mobile phone? Sitting alone in a plush restaurant in despair, young Rakesh Oswal threw his phone away. Even in the AC of the restaurant, his…