Issue E2

Three poems

How to know that you’re new to New York The mailman is your friend now.…

Ravine Ghazal

Beauty in stillness, evinced by dead flowersin milkjugs. I found untold power hidden at the…

Death in February

Once upon a routine death,February snow wears a cold nightin its cataracted eyes, and sets…

This Poem is Deliberately Untitled

If my clothes get torn, I mend themIf soiled, I wash themIf I find no…

The Mud Fort of Khiva

Crenulated by ancient toil thiswall of sand stands againstthe sky and stretches. At night itturns…

Four poems

Sunday Sunlight and anxiolytic floradrink themselves silly;an eastern pinch of sky blurtslike it forgot to…

Anti-Body Poem

Have you ever triedto slip out of your skin?Not in the waythat means sad girlsand…

Some (un)poetic Contiguities

The tea cup has brokenin the shape of your lip –the way people breakwhen nudged…

Yellow Laddoos

Puro was about to leave for the fields when she said to Jangir, “Will you…