March 2015
In this issue
Contents
Fiction
Second Language
Sapna sips her café au lait on the patio of the Alliance Française de Bangalore. The styrofoam cup squeaks between her fingers, the beverage is…
Before the War
She leaned back against a bit of plywood spraypainted with hieroglyphics that had once signified a neighborhood swept and cleared. Her piousness was a beacon,…
Property
“I hate you!’ Maya cried and dashed to the bedroom, kicking the door behind her. The heavy door, solid seasoned-teak, swayed but stopped short of…
Poetry
The Ideal City
… its studied perspective and funneled point of view having sucked me in to roam a plaza almost entirely empty
Like the Blue Like Infinity
From you, the wings of a seraphim grow. Like the blue. Like infinity.
Masterpiece
Lying on the bed tired half asleep hair disheveled one breast free from bounds