Star Literature
POETRY / Cyan is my name when I talk about you
I'm tired of living with this nagging thought that we'll cross paths someday, /You and I
FICTION / The chasm
At around 2 AM he was awoken by the sound of Shahidun’s sniveling cries on her prayer mat. As grating as it might have sounded, he felt grateful for it to have woken him up.
FICTION / Konokbari
Reya looks out the window of the bus, the glint of sunlight falling across her oval face makes her olive skin shimmer.
POETRY / The hills
They say the hills have eyes Iridescent, all knowing, and deathlike.
POETRY / A Desire or death eats away at my corpse. You are basking in the sun
Do you want my hands/ Will they be enough to keep you warm
POETRY / Possible answers to “Why did you block me?”
I needed to de-escalate.
POETRY / Persephone’s blood
Your gaze, a dagger, cuts through me,
POETRY / Kissing strangers
Kissing strangers only feels good
POETRY / Shrines
Words have crashed onto your shores,
A journey through you
I took a lonely stroll on the hollows of your cheeks
Tongue
I heard myself speak today It made me want to Cut out my tongue.
Interim
That was the first time in my life I’d smelled charred meat. I could tell it was different from the kind you’re supposed to eat, and my mother had to hold me as I threw up violently on the side of the street.
Silent Keys
For eons piano keys unmoved Lay silently asleep
A Born Reader
Surveying the decorated wall now vibrantly alive with Winnie the Pooh and Harry Potter characters, Sarah allowed herself a satisfied grin.
Romance and unfulfillment in the past and the present
Much like most media geared toward women, romance novels have frequently received flack for its supposed shallowness, absurdity, and flamboyancy.
Bloom
But I bloom like a flower:/ Soft and strong.
Love is a law
For once, can love look like a Sunday morning; filled with warmth, calmness and motionless?
On ‘Gaza Monologues, the Land of Sad Oranges’: A theatrical performance by Prachyanat
How do you attempt to understand testimonies of mass public trauma?
A Solo Exhibition
Never in his wildest imaginations had Aniket thought that everything would come together so well. Nearly everyone he invited had come.
