How Someone Might Be Seen by Jack Bigglestone

lounging on the gritty hot stone pool edge casual fingers push ripples across the surface where watery eyes meet and consider each other in reflection he explores his face pores over himself   first lowering his brows testing out the look of a brash schoolboy then...

Upon Returning by Phylise Smith

Once again I enter the country of my ancestors stand on sere vegetation both familiar and forgotten, never promised to me. Music from tin-corrugated stalls caress my ears. I pretend to buy bracelets and masks but really come to be present in this world. Boys scream,...

Madhubala by Karishma Sangtani

Whispers of prayers that pricked killed her: tragic beauty spits box office poison. Mumtaz, they said, had no lilt, only disyllabic slabs of cow’s tongue on a plate. Prescribed a name to make it in the industry that sugar-soaked her, choked her of her last drop, and...

Non-Binary by Stella Hervey Birrell

Insistent shedding layers of title, pronoun, expectations like clothes dumped in the messy trail from the stairs to the bath The most controversial neutral – they, them, their – moulding a community into acceptance sure they are malleable into a perfect sculpture of...

María, Patron Saint of Freaks by Mariana Goycoechea

You were a bitch to everyone you knew. Including your own kids. You wore Opium Yves Saint Laurent to clean Mr. Schwartz’s house and wore every piece of South American gold on your skin. You were as tacky as a Russian woman wearing a fur coat on Brighton Beach in...

Ode to Ilford by Karishma Sangtani

In breathless evening traffic, I press my forehead against the window, while Durga Sweets and Ambala tease my tongue through the glass. Amidst pollution there is promise of KP Choc Dips and sips of room temperature mango Frooti before the rebrand. These streets are...

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