Operation
by Kristin Camitta Zimet if love isdead and Iam saved alive who am I was I whowill I be a dream putsme under andI lie out cold my shadow falls away in one two three directions in the hard… Read More »Operation
3/4
How I Did Not Overcome
by Maham Khan I feel divorced from most discussions of grief and loss. In many ways, absence to me has been more bearable than other kinds of pain. It is better than hatred and disappointment.… Read More »How I Did Not Overcome
Nano
by Yusra Amjad after noticing that i don’t say my namaz, or keep my rozasor read my quran and thus far haveno plans to complete 50% of my faithby getting married, after becomingtoo afraid to even… Read More »Nano
3/4
By Neomi Vira I see my mother when I hear the number 3/4“3/4 cups flour and 1/4 cup water,” she used to say When we made my favorite blueberry pancakesBy the emerald marble stone window sill… Read More »3/4
Love Poem Resisting the Neon Larvae of Headlines
Love Poem Resisting the Neon Larvae of Headlines by Shadab Zeest Hashmi The world, a baby tied to dynamite, a butterfly perforated with poison arrows, burdened with deception in bones.We rise as emissaries to God, ourbodies blue… Read More »Love Poem Resisting the Neon Larvae of Headlines
Almost
by Yusra Amjad when my cat died, he almost didn’t.the day before his last he was strongerthan ever, the purr back in his throat andthe happy squint back in his eyes. that is howi think… Read More »Almost
1/4th Something Else
by Nwa A. Rizwi Ever since she was a little girl, there had always been one thing she wanted – marriage. This wasn’t limited to just the idea of marriage, or the event in itself,… Read More »1/4th Something Else
Love Poem’s Compass Dusted With Chickpea Flour
Love Poem’s Compass Dusted With Chickpea Flour by Shadab Zeest Hashmi as if it were the aromatic ash of a celestial tree, powder ofsolemn oaths and scintillation of star-light even between locked horns— hennaed,she looks at… Read More »Love Poem’s Compass Dusted With Chickpea Flour
Eulogy
by Yusra Amjad quite the life i used to havequite the beauty i used to bequite the future i had lying ahead of methe conviction with which the sunused to rise and set in my… Read More »Eulogy
Aphrodisiac
Aphrodisiac by Ananya Sahoo TW: Sexual assault I. Aren’t broken lips aphrodisiacs? It’s date night and I wore your favorite shade of lilac lipstick.See? It matches my left eye perfectly. And Tuesday’s ‘discussion’ is peeping out shylyFrom… Read More »Aphrodisiac