The Bangalore Review

I cannot reach you…   If the waves would rise on the first day of September a Prince of Venice will depart down the sea..

I only want to know your name. there is a drizzle of homemade jam on this memory i think i have, like a hug under..

(1) On Rogation Sunday in a field in Kent The flowing blessing is presently underway. And in a building too shy to hold a woman..

Scour-faced, jet-lagged, fresh from the airport, they plod up the tower’s steps  and stare across to the Old Man of Storr’s sky-pointing finger.   And..

I. She relates to me that a race vet in Kaltag has misplaced a glove, gone gloveless and at forty below developed frostbite. This year,..

It has become mechanistic at this point. I placed the blade in your larynx. I have grown tired of your voice. Your speech isn’t free...

They were trying to catch my eye as I hurried past an old tree, the abandoned pencil factory, and what was rumored to be a..

Here beneath the hems of evergreen, beside the weathered shed where sunlight doesn’t reach, the housewife squints and takes it all in until she sees..

At 23 let us count the things We have lost to the fire: We entered the Corporate We skipped the breakfast On Monday mornings We..

Heavy snowfall at a military base, in a scorching Naples in August: where the Austrias, and after them the Borbons, and much later Maradona, and..

No trial, truth murdered in cold blood, an innocent man slain.  Kannagi stormed the palace in rage, the woman’s wrath unrestrained  At the palace the diamonds spilled forth..