by Helen Ivory | Mar 1, 2016 | Reviews
Reading Kiriti Sengupta’s translations of Bibhas Roy Chowdhury’s poems is an exercise in self-introspection. It’s a journey that allows one to have experiences of translation, trans-literation and finally, trans-creation. For all functions of attempted translations...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 29, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Grounded Yesterday when we were 9, we stole a real imaginary lorry that smelled of circus. It had an elephant engine with a flame-juggler sound. It had unicycle seats and lion-tamer windows which we stole together but stopped before the trapeze...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 28, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Lord Knows I Can Be Cruel And that morning, the type of morning for putting the neighbour’s post in the bin and you’d ate the last heel of bread, I chose my words, whetting them in my mouth so they came out edged. I chose them so they posted out...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 27, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
An Interesting Case of Auditory Processing Difficulty A writer reckons words are friends. He clearly has not met da gangstas muscling in on the mother son trip to an ear-splitting Arndale noodle bar. All she did was point out Forsyth’s through...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 26, 2016 | Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
Segue Our fast train stops just outside the station. On the abandoned weed littered railway track, smoke strands from a sadhu’s chulha drift past a sinking sun. A chorus of mynahs joins the cacophony of crows. The cantonment junction where my dad, a doctor in...
