M. P. Pratheesh

M. P. Pratheesh

  Gravity half winged bird, (it cannot fly) broken house, (death and dust) land left behind, (a room of dreams) half of a stone, (a wound)     M.P. Pratheesh has published several collections of poetry and personal essays in Malayalam. His texts and...

L Kiew

      Amphibian Land has dried its eyes, grown hard hands and interrogates each arrival: Where are you from, really from? Are you skinlight, sunhatched, from beyond the serried trees? Answer these. The borders are closing. I wear a different skin,...

David Redfield

      Losing It after Yehuda Amichai If we think we are right the sun may never set; if we know we are right then beasts could take our place; if we say we are right the towers will always fall; and if, after all after all we’ve thought, known,...

Helen Evans

      Things I did then that I hadn’t done before Asked the neighbours if they wanted anything in my online weekly shop and Bought yeast, flour, long-life milk and 70-per-cent-alcohol hand sanitiser and Cut my own hair, even the bits round the back I...