by Junpei Tarashi | Jan 2, 2023 | 2022 July
The uppity cemetery thinks that it will have me completely. Like a lover who put me in the coffin of his need. I leave the coffin and head for a bar which makes killer martinis. I can’t skip dying, but I can skip the graveyard, my ashes snugging in a rose...
by Junpei Tarashi | Jan 2, 2023 | 2022 July
On the 28th March 1941, Virginia Woolf drowned herself in the River Ouse. The following is an Ekphrastic poem inspired by the painting of her sister, Vanessa Bell, by fellow Bloomsbury Group member, Duncan Grant. This poem is a moment wherein Vanessa is writing to her...
by Junpei Tarashi | Jan 2, 2023 | 2022 July
He spoke until the year the word...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | Sep 7, 2022 | 2022 July, Poetry
I hear you brothers. I hear you sisters. of Basra. I hear your wailing criesover your children dying of cancer,over your dead rivers, over your charcoal skies that send the sun scurrying away ...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | Sep 7, 2022 | 2022 July, Flash Fiction
“The water” crawls down the length of your arm, and as always, you reach to sweep it off, only to see nothing. “But it feels wet and cold running down my skin,” so you tell Iorfa, your great grandson, “only I cannot stop it.” Iorfa...
