Mallika Bhaumik

      In search of a tawaif’s tale (Dilli love) This is not a frilly, mushy love letter to a city whose allure lies in defying all labels and holding the mystery key to a man’s heart, though none has ever been able to lay an absolute claim...

Jena Woodhouse

      The Kelpie Around midnight, the hour when pain reasserts its dominance, a voice behind the curtain screening my bed from the next patient’s: an intonation penetrating abstract thoughts of distance, time-lapse; tempered by the Haar, the briny...

Kate Bailey

      Us and Them They’ve mended the park fence again, patched it over with the usual ugly metalwork, like a riot barricade. That’ll keep them out – the delinquents, the ne’er-do-wells, who break in and sit on the grass in the...

Ibrar Sami

      Return Across the barren land where blood once played its savage Holi, the fearless migratory birds have returned again. In the melancholy blue sky their wings beat with a message of arrival. Blooming flowers fell in the middle of the day— they...

Anyonita Green

      Examining clots It wobbles slightly, red wine jelly. I peer at it, nose close enough to smell the iron, the scent of coagulant, inhaling through slightly parted lips I imagine I can taste it, how everything tasted metallic, like monkey bar poles...

Soledad Santana

      Kamila Seen as she’d hung her cranial lantern from the roof of her step-father’s garden shed, the parabolic formula was skipped; like two calves, we followed the fence to the end of the foot-ball pitch. Beneath their sprinklers, we kissed on our...