Issue D6

Two Poems

Stray A stray thought enters my headand ambles acrosswith the nonchalance of cattlelet loose by…

Master Ji’s Family

Fayaz woke up to the tapping sound on the window, crawled up to it, and drew the curtain aside. The soldiers first pointed the torches at him – to be sure it was him and not any militant – and then quickly turned them back on themselves to waste no time in letting the owner of the house know who they were.

Bad People

‘So have you ever walked in on your mother touching herself’? I hollered through the…