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June Caldwell – Upcycle: an account of some strange happenings on...

It is hardly worth telling, this story of mine, or at least in a modern context, because so many people go through the same...

Lauren Foley – Hot Rocks

Seaside village, North County Dublin, Ireland, 1993 Her first boyfriend used to kiss her after coffee and oranges. It was a strange taste. But she...

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G. Gopikrishnan

G. Gopikrishnan (born in 1990) is an illustrator based in Kerala, India. He earned a BSc in Chemistry from Kerala University. He has developed his own visual vocabulary and inimitable style. His illustrations combine...

Rishi Dastidar – A leopard parses his concern

I am concerned about Claudia Cardinale. By ‘concerned’ I mean ‘in lust with’. By ‘in lust with’ I mean ‘I sigh for’. By ‘I sigh for’ I mean ‘my eyes are hungry for her when she appears...

Rishi Dastidar

Rishi Dastidar was born in London in 1977. His poetry has been published by the Financial Times and BBC amongst many others. He is a fellow of The Complete Works, a consulting editor at The Rialto magazine,...

Ra Sh – The Narcissist

All his mirrors were women. They displayed him with breasts and vaginas and flesh buds. Desperate, he approached a blue lake to see his male splendor. His cock-a-doodle-do his rippling muscles his all knowing gaze commanding brow. The lake called him `Sister!’ and drowned him...

Ra Sh – Andro and Estro

Androgen and Estrogen met over a cup of Energen. You know how macho Androgen is. And how feminine Estrogen is. Androgen complained: These males are horrible a little extra of me and they turn rapists. Estrogen complained:...

Ra Sh

Ra Sh (Ravi Shanker N) has published English-language poems in many national and international online and print magazines. His poems have been translated into German and French. He has published three collections of poetry - ‘Architecture...

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Claire Loader – Qetesh

            A goddess sits at the end of my bed, visits these nights of waking. Where thoughts run more than fingers, hands wary of the divide. Instead we turn...

TWO-TONGUED SEA

Chandramohan Sathyanathan – A Posthumous Letter

I am a primate dwelling in the wild forests of my language. My tongue lost irretrievably in the swamp of hunger, I hide amidst the barren rocks. Your own selfie sheds...

Chandramohan Sathyanathan

Chandramohan Sathyanathan alias Chandramohan S. (b.1986) is an Indian English language Dalit poet based in Trivandrum, Kerala. He has been published in many magazines...

Rino Cavasino – A pin with a butterfly

I wrote in my mother’s tongue, and not even she could understand, but what she listened to sounded Arabic Turkish German to her. Each letter, each...

Rino Cavasino

Rino Cavasino, born in Trapani (Sicily) in 1972, studied in Urbino and lives in Florence, where he works for the Ministry of cultural heritage....

Heiko H. Caimi – Mother, tongue

Mother, mother how much you are tongue to me how much language is to me my mother blending strong with soft, soft words immeasurably true in their...

Sudeep Sen – Language

          My tongue was born promiscuous speaking in many languages,      my heart speaking another, my head yet another — in seamless translation.      Auricles, ventricles perennially pump circulating body’s...

Riccardo Duranti – Voice at a crossroads

Wind driven, the voice is at a crossroads: flushed from their nests in the dark delta between the two roads suddenly words flutter up. In small flocks they...

Barbara Ungar – Your Mother Serves Tongue

How could you put another creature’s tongue into your mouth? How could you bite, chew, swallow? Cannibal. Obscene. How could you tell the difference between a cow’s tongue and its delicious rump?...

Franco Buffoni – Mothers’ Tongues

For three years here in Rome I’ve had a partner From Turkey, a Kurd. Communist, tortured in jail, He knows men and wolfs down life, when he...