Poetry & Short Fiction
After going missing for three months, Lisa, Suddenly appears at my midnight window. “I have an idea. A very bad idea” She whispers through the bars. I, both waking and dreaming Forgot to ask the important questions. “What? Tell me”.
A poem by Aleena; with audio reading.
intersectional feminist hands me a copy of how to talk about raceREAD
recites a land acknowledgment
to honor the native tribes
who have been displaced
to make space for the organic açaí bar we frequent
A Poem by Nina Mufleh; with audio-video-text reading.
I wake up on somedays In houses with patched walls And a bucket with water in the middle of nowhere On beds with no sheets And stamped up cockroaches at the edge of the bed My hand’s in a pile of ash And my glasses are lost in someone else’s hair I smell smoke and hear snores The only clean thing in the room is a gleaming red guitar
Friends and Their Homes
A poem and artwork by Priyanka Paul.
even though no one can quite name it everyone knows that something is monstrously missing from me
2018 & 2003
Two Poems by Yusra Amjad. Illustration by Priyanka Paul.
Shatterd by by bullets; shiny glass facades Shitty coffee poured in environment-friendly cups. Sports cars on crumbling asphalt And, high-end brands walking in a seiged air
To a Suburbia Called Ramallah
A poem by Adele Jarrar.
Your refusal might enrage the master. He might abuse you, and call you a parasite for refusing to do any work after eagerly swallowing the food last night. Become even more determined. Sit tight.
Two recipes / poems by Rajyashri Goody; with audio reading.
it takes only one time of writing something to call yourself a writer but how long until the title is revoked? just how much non-writing must one indulge in in order to be punishingly excluded? is it a week, a month, a year? or is it until all writing utensils are out of harm’s way, no longer kept at an arm’s reach, or worse, simply no longer reached for?
A poem by Vanessa Kowalski: with audio reading.
On her third birthday, I got my youngest daughter a toy space soldier. It was a male action figure in a mech suit. The helmet slid back to reveal a solemn face. Fifteen years later, I still cringe at my blunder.READ
A short-fiction by Toshiya Kamei.
Sister! We are dripping with rageREAD
a diamond in the shape of a tongue
it blinds, gives life, so sharp it cuts
A poem by Golnoush Noor; with audio-video reading.