Leave a piece of mango skin
on the counter.
In a few seconds,
a shrubbery of ants grows
around the broken wing
of saccharine sun.
Those were nights of spice. I was delighted to acknowledge
I am a fool. The plate, a beloved, resembling a Pangaea—on it,
the confluence of butter chicken and boondi raita. You ordered
both without discussion, no hint of hesitation. That subtle smear
Kaka explains how to define a woman by her cooking with examples
Poornima Laxmeshwar
Volume 2 | Issue 1 [May 2022]
X’s stuffed brinjal:
Brinjal half-sliced + stuffed with onion + tomato + authentic masala,
slow cooked with peanut powder + jaggery, garnished with coriander.
The Handpicked Peach | Isostatic Adjustment, or Self-Portrait of the Body as Bubble Tea | The Fly
Tuhin Bhowal
Volume 2 | Issue 1 [May 2022]
The congruency of two buttocks upon a line—
Excess of pulp, yellow plump, a little bruised
Vellus-follicle skin thrusting her clawed wrists
Pink to violent-salmon; seed falling from one side.
Gathering: a Shiuli speaks
our skies are the brown of hollow domes where
only palm-sap drips in darkness
sleepless, we move with a hundred winters on our shoulders
