March 2018
In this issue
Elizabeth Theriot
for SB This is the most you’ve ever been a child. Once there was sand, thick saltwater paste on legs capable of anything; then, later..
Anjali Krishnakumar
Yere yere pausa Come to me rain, let the drops percolate, collect in plastic tubs drained through pipes made of dreams and denim Tula..
Aditya Shankar
(Poetry Collection ‘Available Light’ by CP Surendran – A Review) With ‘Available Light’, CP Surendran unleashes on us, verses set to the eternal ticks..
Aekta Khubchandani
Nanu, you’re already up? Kya bataun, the fear of bad tea wakes me up earlier than usual. That bad, nanu? No beta,..
Angie Romines
The hospital monitor beeped along as the ventilator breathed for Rosetta. Scottie had taken his sheriff’s hat off as soon as he entered the room..
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