Sedition by Hirak Dasgupta
They were combing the city for weapons of mass destruction; little did they know that I was standing right there smack in the middle of the locked down city with my beating heart under my shirt How’s that for sedition?
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A Study of The Earthen Flute and Reflections on Salvation by Kiriti Sengupta authored by Dolonchampa Chakraborty
[The essay appeared first in the collection, Appraisals: Kiriti Sengupta breaking the barriers, edited by Sunil Sharma and Dustin Pickering, Transcendent Zero Press, May 2017.] When I get to read a new book of poetry, I give myself a chance to know the poet as well. And the best way that works for […]Read Post ›
Spectacle by Rahim Karim
Every day I play the role of life in the morning, And every single day of God goes by that performance. I am illuminated by two spotlights: Moon and Sun: at night, sleepy is only an intermission. Trying to show talent and skill Everything is in place: the audience and the conductor. From the […]Read Post ›
Nobel Prize by Rahim Karim
Nobel Prize won a shaman; Nobel Prize – for the coming year! Nobel Prize?! Is it a dream, a hoax? I would be happy days and away from adversity! Nobel Prize! How miserable, – A false reward of light does not attract me at all! I’d rather have a prize – the name of […]Read Post ›
burial of pain by Woman
Pages 34-35 of our Spring 2019 edition have a poem called “Burial of Pain” by the poet Woman. We mistakenly cut the poem short. This is it in full. the pain of this world suffocates Her like the black laced veil worn to cover the empty eyes that blankly watch as the love of […]Read Post ›
Launch of Ethos Literary Journal (ELJ)
Calcutta, July 14, 2018. The weather was whimsical today in Calcutta, but what has ever stopped the city’s booklovers? People turned up in respectable numbers at Gallery Gold, on occasion of the formal launch of Ethos Literary Journal’s debut edition. The journal was launched by the publisher, Hawakal Publishers, in the presence of the editors […]Read Post ›
Drink Paint by Willie Smith
I wanna drink paint. Gallons of to-die-for lead base. Put color in the old GI. Experience room temperature good ice cream consistency. Taste a spike sledged through the throat, pin ya to the wall. I plan to drink till paint pupils orange pith white; skin gangrene early blackberry green. I wanna die from ochre, from […]Read Post ›
Pre-Existing by Kimberly Casey
Before the world Went warfare It was womb Comfort cabin Refugees all I appeared Adhering To scar tissue Left by living On untamed land I arrived only After invitation Hand written Selfish sinew A want for control Willing sacrifice Synapse under skin Conquest of flesh Infertile soil Together turning Us to dust This poem […]Read Post ›
Deconstructive Stylistic Reading of Kiriti Sengupta’s Reflections on Salvation by Dr. Susanta Kumar Bardhan
Department of English, Suri Vidyasagar College, Birbhum, West Bengal, India Contact: bardhansk@gmail.com Honest criticism and sensitive appreciation is directed not upon the poet but upon the poetry T. S. Eliot in “Tradition and Individual Talent” (1974: 20) Introduction Among the present practicing Indian English poets, Kiriti Sengupta occupies a unique […]Read Post ›
Desert confession by S. L. Davidson
She took me out into the desert on sufferance, for I had learned to please her with my mouth and with my Jewishness, which is not real like her Jewishness, but earned, like a hangover. I made love to her underground, in an old tomb where, the Pharisees presumed, the soul must rot for all eternity with the body until the day of greater dissolution. She cried and told me I had saved her, later on I learned she never loved me, and I wondered, guiltily, if I knew now what it was like to be Jesus. from the forthcoming collection Songs of Crisis, to be published by Angelico Press in the spring of 2018.
