From the Editor’s Desk

Fidelia Bridges Thistle in a Field (1875), is a classic example of the artist's penchant for portraying both cultivated flowers and clumps of weeds. This art work focuses on the yellowed grass and flowers all over the fields, while showing fresh flowers in the forefront. Her intensity combines plants and flowers with local birds that manage to convey a sophisticated and detailed narrative of their environment around her, encouraging conservation tendencies.

To a field full of flowers, to July, to rains and its madness. To literature, and finding newness.

Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury
Managing Editor, The Bangalore Review

Poetry

Travelers Song

I mind the peak cabin with vistas in all directions
need fire humming here and nowhere in particular
while you dip a toe into icy time flow finicking a door

Non-Fiction

Watermelon and Buttercups

The Author traverses the space between support and understanding of the geopolitical situation of Israel and Palestine.

Non-Fiction

Savory

The author writes about her experience regarding body shaming and judgmental glares of neighbourhood aunts.

Featured Works

Fiction

My First Love was Long

At home, he refused to drink his milk. I tried different kinds: organic, fat-free, almond. I studied the pamphlet, which advised against force-feeding, so I made him a milk bath and soaked him for several days.

Poetry

ADVANCE LESSONS

Bypassing clenched fists, their conscientious poems get published in conscientious journals.

Poetry

Between Two Oblivions

When I see the roots of a tree bleed through the ground, now I say they are the veins of my grandmother's hands, spilling upward. I recall the tender bruises up and down her arms

Fiction

Between the Woodchips and Me

My sister was supposed to come swing with me. She could push me so high that I would forget there was a world below awaiting my return. She coaxed me to jump every time.

Poetry

Old Lady’s Moon

It’s dry,a fragrance tucked away, no longer lavender.

Non-Fiction

Self and Selflessness

The writer juxtaposes the nuggets of wisdom of writers and philosophers and poets to arrives at an aspect of understanding.

Poetry

Welcome to Equity Crater

When the hums reach the edge of the crater, they return to the girl, and she replies by raising her voice an octave.

Poetry

killing something wild

I knew he’d never kill anything and it wasn’t that I thought you wanted that deer to get killed but I had suspicion you did not care either way and that indifference made me more sick but

Poetry

Firefight

First punch landed at Stonewall, Bleached reef, powder nose, drip-drip-alive, Nightmare waking and post-sleepfuck-stares, You. Bought You,

Poetry

echoes of Ferlinghetti

skateboards dope and pogo sticks banana bikes and popsicle sticks ten cent candy up from five

Poetry

footprints

the air thickened with silence. a small robin robs the brush of whatever red berries exude from the death of this place.

Poetry

Remembering We Are Meant To be Joy

A soul is already carpeted in the divine and who is to say sorrow isn’t God? Who is to say love isn’t prayer? Who is to say time is always on our side?

Poetry

POET CAESAR

Only when you can delete your Submittable account, and box your poetry books into a carton shipped to a country without birds or borders;

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