Lollipop, candy, gold, a quick sugar rush, The strands of our hair to be properly brushed Cover, conceal, hide behind our culture and ‘tahzeeb’,Shy, pretty, attractive but also not easy to concede And yet not too confident to be able to breach,The kind of vibe they approve of has to not have ‘excess’ self esteem These rules and traditions that you set in your little cobblestone,Premeditated … Continue reading Cream in your evening chai
Hope everyone is settling into the new year comfortably! We’re back with exciting writing and art. To kick this edition off, we interviewed Michelle Ma, a photographer based in Massachusetts, United States. Her project “A Hundred Stories” is a worthwhile read and readily available on her website!
Once again, we are seeing and hearing from artists across the globe, and it is our greatest pleasure to bring their voices to you here. We hope, as always, that our contributors blow you away with their art and writing. Continue reading Edition 16
Our first edition of the term has finally arrived! Continue reading Edition 15
Edition 13: Welcoming the new term with a Celebration of Poetry Continue reading Edition 13
There’s a bitter taste in my mouth, weighing heavy on my tonguelike my heart against my ribs,like the kind that is swiped from lips after drinking juice,thick in the morning as it swirls in the glass, pulp falling to the bottom, in its sodden state. The taste of juice in the morning,when your mouth is unclean, and your mind is buzzing, all I hear is … Continue reading Juice Pulp
I won’t be found on Broomfield Road, racing through the car park bay.Nor pacing over distant hills,my Darling, I’m a world away. Though onlookers count her present, blind of what’s inside,something in your beady mindbore witness to a change in mine. You see straight through my translucent skin, stretched on its chiselled frame;a window through which tendons, tense,plea to ping ’til the pain’s gone lame. … Continue reading Where does it take you?
I’m feeling a little hollowKnock, and you’ll hear an echoLean too hard and I’ll crumble Concealed,Afraid to speakAfraid to moveAfraid to uncurl my fingersAnd take up any more space than the one Between my skin and my bonesMy toes and my scalp So, I have emptied myself out Served it on a plateHidden away in the shell Which has become my home. I would like a new … Continue reading Hollow
Before I fall asleepAfter the lights are outAnd my head on the pillow – That’s when my brain awakens. It’s when the past and the present and the future Meet and mingle,Talk over each other,Spilling drinks on each other’s clothes And stepping on each other’s toes Trading secretsAnd gossipUntil I don’t know which story belongs To whom anymore. They allocate blame,And shame,All with one target … Continue reading Mean Friends
Blue as the tranquil water of the lakes, or of the unseen breeze, or flying kites. Or of ink pens that stain our hands and smear all over the white of the table beneath our weight. Blue as the rising tide, the falling rain, the last crayon in the box that day. Blue as the uniforms we grew up in, and the highlights in … Continue reading Blue