readers submission
POETRY / My heart's longevity comes from my maa's magnifying kindness
Maa, you are an endless exhibition / of sweet-sour happiness
FICTION / City of bougainvillea
“The roads are too clean. The sun is too bright,” she thought.
FICTION / Shadhin
Sumedha replied with annoyance, "I will make him say the words. It's so simple, 'Apni kemon achhen, bhalo?' Why can't he say it?"
POETRY / Anger and other blessings
A walkway through the crystal-clear lies
POETRY / Prayers of a mother for the sons and daughters on the street
justice—where is justice?
POETRY / Rebel is a letter in red
Where voices unite, a chorus strong, / Demanding justice, righting wrong
POETRY / Raw Magnolias
This is a garden, these are my petals; this is my armoring plant
POETRY / I've seen love
I've seen love/ Rolling down from a mother's eyes/ As she picks her lean child, bathed in innocent blood
POETRY / A means to an end
go further than/ what the hills have seen/ through their ice pick scars
My heart's longevity comes from my maa's magnifying kindness
Maa, you are an endless exhibition / of sweet-sour happiness
City of bougainvillea
“The roads are too clean. The sun is too bright,” she thought.
Shadhin
Sumedha replied with annoyance, "I will make him say the words. It's so simple, 'Apni kemon achhen, bhalo?' Why can't he say it?"
Anger and other blessings
A walkway through the crystal-clear lies
Prayers of a mother for the sons and daughters on the street
justice—where is justice?
Rebel is a letter in red
Where voices unite, a chorus strong, / Demanding justice, righting wrong
Raw Magnolias
This is a garden, these are my petals; this is my armoring plant
I've seen love
I've seen love/ Rolling down from a mother's eyes/ As she picks her lean child, bathed in innocent blood
A means to an end
go further than/ what the hills have seen/ through their ice pick scars
Saree
The yard in this noontime is buzzing with/ The white aroma of the guava flower