by Ajay Sawant
Sparrows with brackish blacks
On a hot, hot afternoon hop
stringently in sun pecking grains,
The Lu sweeps the grass to brown,
shadowed partly by fiery Gulmohar;
The gala gates squeal slithering
tar roads. Continue reading
by Ajay Sawant
Sparrows with brackish blacks
On a hot, hot afternoon hop
stringently in sun pecking grains,
The Lu sweeps the grass to brown,
shadowed partly by fiery Gulmohar;
The gala gates squeal slithering
tar roads. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Fabrizia Faustinella
The house across the street from ours had been abandoned for many years and was now falling apart. The roof was collapsing, the front door hardly standing, the back door was jammed, and many windows were shuttered. The vegetation grew wild and unchecked; the vines took hold of the house like tentacles of a giant octopus. Continue reading
Filed under Nonfiction
by Jennifer Santos Madriaga
I remained lucid through the delirium dream
as I was baptized in the saline waters of
Zosyn and Vancomycin, my biome of
living self and infection obliterating in layers
with each hourly infusion. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Tani Loo
“Do you wish I were a boy?” I ask my father.
The question lingers in the air, as I grip the gold container of six by one and one-eighth drywall screws. I move the screws around with my right hand, fingers sorting through and arranging them, so that they are all facing the same way. He doesn’t answer my question at first. Instead, he holds out his hand for a screw, and I pass it to him. Continue reading
by Jess Falkenhagen
An arrow slung straight to the heart.
Astonished,
clutching the wound, I turned to find the archer
and saw that it was you. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry