Star Literature

CREATIVE NONFICTION / PeaceCity alley

The Notorious Loverboy, Slum Boy and Millionaire’s Daughter, My Bride or My Mother, My Mother’s Body in a Wedding Saree,

POETRY / Wonder

I feel my rage, ma, a living thing;/ A beast, caged, like me

FICTION / Storm child

You must have heard the story of your birth a thousand times by now, sweetheart. Your mother and I—home alone.

POETRY / All that I shouldn’t have known

What I wish I didn’t know is that when your dear friends whisper the word “psycho” behind your back, you’ll grow up accepting it.

POETRY / Omniscient

Skin sticky with perspiration from a long month of June 

POETRY / All that I’d despicably known / Things I wish I didn’t know

All that I’d despicably known / Things I wish I didn’t know–

POETRY / The things I wish I had never known

I skip talking to myself for hours / The “me time”, before going to bed

FLASH FICTION / The exiled daughter

Is it true that when we migrate, we lose a few people from our past?

FLASH FICTION / The journey

If you travel on a bus, always take the window seat.

July 13, 2024
July 13, 2024

PeaceCity alley

The Notorious Loverboy, Slum Boy and Millionaire’s Daughter, My Bride or My Mother, My Mother’s Body in a Wedding Saree,

July 5, 2024
July 5, 2024

Wonder

I feel my rage, ma, a living thing;/ A beast, caged, like me

June 29, 2024
June 29, 2024

All that I shouldn’t have known

What I wish I didn’t know is that when your dear friends whisper the word “psycho” behind your back, you’ll grow up accepting it.

June 29, 2024
June 29, 2024

Storm child

You must have heard the story of your birth a thousand times by now, sweetheart. Your mother and I—home alone.

June 29, 2024
June 29, 2024

All that I’d despicably known / Things I wish I didn’t know

All that I’d despicably known / Things I wish I didn’t know–

June 29, 2024
June 29, 2024

Omniscient

Skin sticky with perspiration from a long month of June 

June 26, 2024
June 26, 2024

The things I wish I had never known

I skip talking to myself for hours / The “me time”, before going to bed

June 22, 2024
June 22, 2024

The journey

If you travel on a bus, always take the window seat.

June 22, 2024
June 22, 2024

The exiled daughter

Is it true that when we migrate, we lose a few people from our past?

June 15, 2024
June 15, 2024

After the rain

Again, I wasn’t a poet, but words and sentences jumbled up seeing that small face, light make-up enhancing her beauty. A loose strand of hair cascaded down her cheek, framing her face.

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