by Desree | Nov 29, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
i don’t need to puncture my body or stain my face or pour bleach on my scalp to feel beautiful. kelsey blacklight (@slntstrwbrry) is a writer from the USA. They have appeared in wingless dreamer and enjoy guacamole, live music,...
by Desree | Nov 28, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Sari shop, Easton A step through a doorway An overnight ‘plane journey A month’s ship voyage Easton to Lahore By pushing open a door. A woman closer to death than birth Lies swaddled in the corner Atop a pile of rainbow-plush rugs Princess and the...
by Desree | Nov 27, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Bridges They push forward, vibrating in their ecstatic skirmish, voices unified over gang choruses, clenched fists raised toward the ceiling. They might glimpse us, on the cusp stage lights’ sweep, hidden like old toys. We’ll be softly nodding our heads...
by Desree | Nov 26, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
THINGS I REGRET. A professor. My love. Another professor. Her caste. Two countries. Not sure which one. Not eating on time. Not doing sprints. The girl in the street I broke a wind chimer of. Hotel rooms. Not raising voice. Vaccines but unrecognised....
by Desree | Nov 25, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
i collect items left behind by ex-boyfriends as if they are souvenirs i count myself lucky and hold my breath in the shower to practice peace on days that feel like a blister i know somewhere children are laughing and you are folding your favourite pair...
by Desree | Nov 24, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Kleptomaniac Lover, all my life I’ve been lightfingered to the nth degree finagling what wasn’t mine, some rings and lipstick, once a dress her sun-drained hair, a hidden glance two books I loved yet never read family heirlooms,...
