Lice In My Head
by Rohee Shah ‘To be born woman is to know—Although they do not talk of it at school—That we must labour to be beautiful.’– William Butler Yeats I got 75% in schoolMy glass is neitherhalf-empty,… Read More »Lice In My Head
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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 how the cities written onher palm are… Read More »Love Poem’s Compass Dusted With Chickpea Flour
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
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