Anita Nahal

Accha (Okay, fine) Five monokus i. Sometime fatigue assumes I. I sometimes assume fatigue. Accha. ii. Sometimes I wobble. Dog’s food dispenser, full, unreachable. Accha. iii. Soggy heap of clothes on the floor. On fours searching for nuggets. Accha. iv.

Graphite pencil art by Anthony Gartmond, New Jersey, USA Child: I see you. I see you, a soft bundle of heaven. A melodious dreamland in a tender wrap. One I imagined you’d be handed to me in for the first time.

The Espresso Bar in Graphite pencil art by Anthony Gartmond, New Jersey, USA All dressed and out. High heels tick-ticking between hide, membrane, and cloth, barely touching, just hinting. So were the shades and lights, and the froths in the cups

 The Painting in graphite pencil is by Artist Anthony Gartmond, New Jersey, USA Pour yourself some scotch. Pour yourself some water. Pour yourself some erudition from the Tree of Souls, and I’ll listen. Pour yourself some ire, some envy, some conceit, and

There’s nothing wrong. Nothing wrong. That’s your fear labelling us. We are the Kali women. And all other female, male, androgynous gods We don’t distinguish. We seek. We learn. Comprehend. Embrace. We are the Kali women. In the forefront, striding and, yes

—An Extract From A  My Untitled Novel 1. It was a warm August afternoon ten years before, in 2008, that Priya and four of her colleagues from Pavers University reached U Street in Washington DC to find a good and

  Single mothering is tough. Being an immigrant is tough. Single immigrant mom or immigrant single mom? Yes, I know folks keep saying, “Single mothering is tough. Not good for the child. Not good for the parent. There is no father. The