MRP : Rs.150(available now with flipkart,Indiaplaza,infibeam,rediff books and India Reads) Author- Arnab Chakraborty May the 3rd, 5 pm – Sitting in the waiting lounge of the Calcutta International Airport, images of my family, relatives, my friends, with whom I have shared my every emotion till date, begetting my fond memories of this land, ran vivid….
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Interview with Melissa Studdard, author of Six Weeks to Yehida
by Aparna Mukhedkar Six Weeks to Yehidah, by Melissa Studdard, weaves a spellbinding tale that is rich with imagistic prose and glittering landscapes. Journeying through the eyes of the ten-year-old Annalise, the reader travels through the clouds to magical lands and down into the mythical shimmering underwater city, meeting, along the way, a slew of…
Lamentations for a Cold Drink
Stephan Anstey Massachusetts, USA Thin little gods in argyle socks hold up half-ordained ghosts in thimbles. Each spirit knows the communion of whiskey and ice, but not piety, not holiness, not penance, not the miracle of a body. A thousand thumbs point toward heaven like a hymn proclaiming holiness neither sipped nor watered down. The…
I Know from My Bed
Lovey-dovey
Stars and Stripes
Nocturne
Gerburg Garmann Nobody, nothing, can be more Than an eyelash, a neck-hair. Fingers exposed too long to the scrapes of turned faces cannot whisper a flutter of lament. Ears cannot lift the sound of fitful memories stored in the eye of the eye. Toes rushing up to the sea Cannot console the bones Lost while…
Closet Poet
Edward Nudelman MA, USA Through a crack in my barricaded door, I can see researchers lifting hands, exultant. They swarm around a blinking machine, twiddling an instrument whose sole purpose is to spew numbers in linear lines by the reams. I should rejoice with them. How many, how long, how perfect these number series appear….
Trinities Genuflecting on Ice
Charles F. Thielman 4960 Parsons Ave. Eugene City night waving a calico flag, jazz bass thrumming guttural songs of love. Your shadow crosses a mural as weekend headlights sweep past lounge doors, guitar picking through what aches note to sharp note near midnight’s river, ribs like tuning forks touching bridge railing. Waves meeting undertow as…
Utopia
Aparna Raj Mukhedkar Houston, Texas Gifts of glorious abundance we possessed. Ruins, we now are, mediocre, decrepit, skeletal remains of a once grand people. Purposeless, lacking luster nothing but mushrooms and weeds grow in the wilderness of our abandoned beings. Utopia. Road-blocked, stunted. Flying saucers dropping from the sky like rain.