N Categories Poetry July, 2016 Near Metro Station A water tank for Allauddin Khilji now stinks of affluence- melts old in new. Memory snakes in through these yellow tunnels like a ghost in..
C Categories Culture Non-Fiction July, 2016 Colored Lights Belmont is a neighborhood for lawn ornaments. We decorate the private landscape: Canada geese by the front walk, pink flamingos in the garden bed, a..
B Categories Fiction July, 2016 Binding Off Things were moving too slowly. By September, there ought at least to have been a back and a front. Sprouts of sleeves. But her mother..
T Categories Fiction June, 2016 The Chilean Miners I never chose to be a writer: it chose me. I’ve even tried to rid myself of it for good reasons, financial and protectively egoistic,..
T Categories Poetry June, 2016 The Rights of the Dying I see that everything you’ve done is gentle. Let me die gently. Let me breathe a long cotton breath and be done with it. Don’t..
F Categories Fiction June, 2016 Faces Haunting eyes on the front page of the Sunday Chronicle stared back at Angelo so darkly that he held his breath. He removed his glasses,..
F Categories Editorial Non-Fiction June, 2016 From the Editorial Desk It is our tendency often, to divide the world. The cans and can-nots, the haves and have-nots, deserving and the undeserving, all become part of..
E Categories Fiction June, 2016 Errands for Sir On Thursdays, because he got home past midnight, Yadav wouldn’t sound the car horn. He’d wait outside and flick the headlights on and off. If..
T Categories Poetry June, 2016 The Night Lou Reed Died Dreams to live to die by sometimes shuddering our way home whilst we tried to recall our listless motivations
