From the Editorial Desk

From the Editorial Desk

Women have played a major role in our sustenance and growth during the last eight years. In our editorial team or in our submissions pile,…

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Grandpa

Grandpa

Then Grandpa walked in. Tall—he just cleared the lintel—and smiling, undoubtedly well over seventy, but quite strong. He was holding a prickly plaid lap blanket….

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The Jim Crow Dope

The Jim Crow Dope

“There’s not supposed to be a test,” I said. The man behind the table gave me a skewed look, his mouth turned in a malignant…

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TBR Recommends - March 2021

TBR Recommends – March 2021

Every month, The Bangalore Review recommends a reading list, also mentioning in brief why each book must be read. This month’s list has been compiled by the Editorial Team.

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Last night I dreamed my mother was Carl Reiner and I was sad she died

Last night I dreamed my mother was Carl Reiner and I was sad she died

They had nothing in commonbesides being smart New Yorky jews,Carl was a creator and my motheran other… while laughing listeninghis 2000-year-old man spinningin shiny blackness…

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Monarch

Monarch

                           an ironic name to give a butterfly                           one gets the distinct impression                           deposed, have been                           in the bloodiest of purges                           in whispers we cheer them on                           from the shadowy sidelines                           eagerly…

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Dreaming in Blue

Dreaming in Blue

Note: This poem is best viewed on a Desktop Computer with widescreen. The week before he was bornI dreamt only in blue, like paint names the…

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What I was like when I came in

What I was like when I came in

I liked the feeling of being knifed to piecesand sent bleeding down a hilllike earth torn in torrential rainsracing through an innocent village                                  I might…

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Ragamala

Ragamala

I never wanted a homenor a Lotus Sutra    I am not a lotus eater    a homeis a place to hanghistory floatingin etymologicalsoundfacts    a privilegethat is created…

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Dance Macabre, 2020

Dance Macabre, 2020

In the first week of quarantine my dad started wearing his mask and a tree branch nearly fell on our heads, nearly killing us. It…

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Take Us Ornately Hanging Girls

Take Us Ornately Hanging Girls

Take us ornately hanging girls  composed of candles and scintillating light, as sacred as bael fruit. It is our wild-born nature to cling to the…

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Blue

Blue

Blue light on dark rivers, blue notes floating in veils of wind          down chasms of blue canyonswhose denouement issuesinto fields of tiny bluets limning the dawn. I…

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Penelope Diaz Ramirez, 31, Bayamon, Puerto Rico, April 13

Penelope Diaz Ramirez

The third in eight days. Penelope, how can a life be reduced to facts,and those so few? And used to compare youwith those who died…

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Trapped

Trapped

I saw a woman peeling an orange at a traffic light and thought of you. She had the orange on top of the steering wheel,a small,…

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Ten

Ten

The tears came early that night, something she had expected. She had felt it building all day, a jagged boulder against her chest, sliding deeper…

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Land Lore

Land Lore

Alan finds a glade with no overhead branches that might come crashing down if winds blow up. But hard ground, rough with exposed pebbles, frustrates…

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