The Bangalore Review – Vol. IX | Issue 2

Non-Fiction

The Yellow Notebook

The Yellow Notebook is from Aamer Hussein’s anthology, Restless. The book is a collage of fugitive fictions, reminiscences of friends, and personal essays which, when read in sequence, offer an unofficial picture of one writer’s private and public lives.

Fiction

The Garden Spy: A Diptych

The Garden Spy is from Aamer Hussein’s anthology, Restless. The book is a collage of fugitive fictions, reminiscences of friends, and personal essays which, when read in sequence, offer an unofficial picture of one writer’s private and public lives.

Fiction

Museum: A Collection of Four Works

A collection of four works of flash fiction presented in the style of four works from a museum.

Featured Works

Non-Fiction

The Shape of Us: Exploring Post-Genocide Identity

“I believe that everything that happens to me now goes back to 1915.” Araz Artinian says in a voiceover. In her documentary, The Genocide in..

Fiction

The Night Jumpers

The moonlight shined on your brown hair, wet and wavy from the sandy river’s flow. My toes clung to the bark underneath my feet, and..

Poetry

Lines Before an Iron Bedframe, Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum: A Collection of Four Poems

1 The bar with the U-shaped clampsto lock the prisoner’s feetstill lies on a bedframe wherea sleeper like me always assumesthe freedom of my legs..

Poetry

A Cookbook

Friday Night, the stillness, the madnessUnder the purplish sky Wear a pink blouse, come to a deserted gardenFireflies might come but you should not expect itFocus..

Poetry

Informed by Treasure Hunt for Formal Poetry/Properties?

(Blue Light/Sleeper) Present a fact, simple, hard, felt, like a rock, guttural- E.g. #1: heaving, fat-skinned, swamp (Muck Badger) #2: I drink live fire,..

Non-Fiction

Walking: A Health Story

Although my mother could not control what I ate—at least, what I chose to gorge on while she worked—she could make me get up and..

Poetry

Learning to Talk

I grew up in a home of whisperswhere talking took place at the table.My family sat in an “L”and eyes only met peripherally Our gaze..

Fiction

Saving Elmore James

A thin line sometimes is all that separates genius from insanity. A person with a gift for music is called a prodigy, while the person..

Poetry

The Deep North

Only now can you walk a roadinto distant country, past a shrinecarved into the face of a mountain,above a forest of alpine green.Abandon this kitchen,..

Poetry

The Day Marilyn Died

In the basement, I was singing along with Pat Boone’s “Love Letters in the Sand.” I had loose slacks on because, if I wore jeans,..

Poetry

Jigsaw Afternoons

My neighbors do puzzlesin the common room.They do the fringes firstpiece by piecemulti colored housescastles on mountainsslide into placethose imaginary childhoods,the colors too bright.A little..

Poetry

Poem #30

A moth landed on my lipsAnd kissed meI turned into a skyscraper, a rose A rose is a fire engineThe street is a cup of..

Fiction

A Wonderful World

Sarah giggled as Ian breathed on her neck. “I forgot about how passionate you are. It’s like we’re teenagers all over again.” “We shouldn’t have..