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Fictional Arts·Literature·Poetry

Terracotta knuckles

by Paris Rosemont

I remember the game of knuckles we used to play as kids in the dirt lanebehind the old storage sheds, corrugated rooves lined with squished flesh of fermenting persimmons. I found it unsettling the way we keptdisembodied knuckles rattling around

Liquid Stars

by Pamela A.Babusci

A Tanka Sequence Prayingall day & all nightto Godnever questioning whycancer invaded my life until the doctortells me what stage canceri have, my fearswill hang like dewdropson a bleeding heart pale gray cloudsacross the morning stari gatherstrength & couragefor my first chemo wishing my motherwas here to hold my handduring treatmentsfrom beyond lifei can feel her blessing after chemogetting thinner & thinnermy bodyits shadowfading on the wall hair falling outin clumps in my brushon the floorlike petalsof a dying lotus cancer is merelya detour in life . . .walking downa nameless roadi stop & pick wild violets no way offthis

Lost

by Samantha

I don’t remember my first English wordbut I remember all the Khmer-dubbed Thai moviesthat raised me in the living roomover the hum of sewing machines

Flame Bowerbird

by J. Marahuyo

I amthe bowerbird of flameentranced by the rainforest almost indecent, you see beyond skindeeper than marrowdeeper in ghost laway strings let me nestle in your

EMPOWERMENT

Capital City

by Lina Krishnan

Migration stories from Bangalore’s hinterland Walking back from the Naveena-Praveena shop, our little nameless village store run by a pair of brothers, we fell

Night Light – A Mother’s Ode to Her Baby

by Aakriti Kohli

In the wee hours of the nightThe yellow light sweeps across your faceAs I caress you back to clouds of dreamsAnd shush your fuss

Not that I am a Thief

by Ronita Chattopadhyay

But I did Steal a Girl’s voice Once It was a modest courtyard. A mother, father and daughter sat on wooden chairs on one

I’m a Slave to My Heart and Body

by Sanobar Sabah

I finally took a shower after stinking for two days and wearing the same clothes for over 48 hours(even slept in them). I can’t

Of Yellow Idlis Tied Hair and Tangles

by Sharvari Patwa

Yellow Idlis. They always made me feel warm and normal. Sundays was when Maa cooked idlis, not the white boring ones–the Kanchipuram yellow idlis,

FICTIONAL ARTS

The Morning Chorus,

by Amenazeb Khan

The Morning Chorus,Buner, Khyber Pakhtun Khwa, Pakistan The lazy sun stretches across the skyAnd with it rises a haze of wood smokeThroughout the mountain

Farah Ali’s The River, the Town

by FemAsia Team

An Extract from The River, The Town Very long time ago when the river used to be wide and deep. I have always seen

I Remember

by Alaknanda Sengupta

A girl-child in a man’s worldBorn of the same lineageBut lower-birthed. A free spirit – a little fighterLouder, faster, bolderIn spite of being the

Unlikely Lovers

by Libby Sommer

He’s blonde, his hair in a Man Bob. I look up at his dreamy blue eyes and he invites me in for a toastie.

Bat

by Anuj Bhatt

There once lived a mammal. He liked to call himself a dreamer, thought he wasn’t the only one. He liked birds a lot. Loved

FOOD & TRAVEL

On a Heritage Trail through Saudi Arabia- Middle East’s Cultural Gem

by Soumya Gayatri

When I moved to Saudi Arabia in the summer of 2024, I was in for a

There is Nothing like The Maldives.

by Anjaly Thomas

Until that fine morning when I boarded a sea plane at Male, Maldives, I wouldn’t have

Snow and Nostalgia

by Thilini Pathirana

From the “let it snow” wish, I was instantly dragged to other little moments of my

Faithful Campus Helpers

by Kavita Ezekiel

If you are going to teach full-time in the school with a toddler at home, you

Summer of the Pigeons

by Kavita Ezekiel

Summers are magical in Calgary, the Canadian city I have called home for the