Rain Through the Keyhole: Violence, Tenderness, and the Grammar of Becoming in “Night Sky with Exit Wounds” by Wani Nazir
Book review of Ocean Vuong’s “Night Sky with Exit Wounds”
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Freedom from Rush Hour by Sushant Thapa
poem from Nepal
Four Poems by Nabakumar Podder
poems by Nabakumar Podder
Barren Land by Manashi Hazarika
Indian poet Mansi Hazarika
Interview with Theresa C. Gaynord, horror fiction writer
Theresa C. Gaynord discusses her creative process
Poetry Like a Forgotten Handkerchief: Reading Sushant Thapa’s The Walking Rebel by Wani Nazir
All of the pieces are emotional snapshots, some just a moment long and others stretching on like a season. Kind of philosophical, but actually quite literal. Somewhere where grief and joy don’t have to be sugar coated but can just be messy and even complicated, yet weirdly beautiful.
Divine Colours by Monalisa Parida
Armenida Qyqja’s GOLDEN ARMOR trailer. Hope you enjoy! Buy the new magazine curated by Monalisa Parida and Sudipta Mishra here! I’ve come across many beautiful beliefs,From different faiths,Different hearts.Some I may not fully understand,Some I may not entirely agree with.Yet none have left me empty.Each one carriesA light,A lesson,A gentle whisper from the Divine.I am […]Read Post ›
City Dweller by Indira Dangi
Armenida Qyqja’s Golden Armor poetry collection available now! Translated from the Hindi by Rituparna Mukherjee Guests in a city are more hindrance than happiness. As soon as Rachna bought milk packets from the store and turned, she was shocked. She spotted Sunil Bhaiya and Sudha Bhabhi, close-knit friends of her parents, standing outside an apartment […]Read Post ›
Harbinger Asylum past contributor releases new poetry collection!
Press release: Joseph Harms releases anthology of his previous collections through Todos Contentos & Yo Tambien Press
GOLDEN ARMOR released!!!
Fabulous cover painting by Bruja Aliaj. Inside my heart Undone is my bed, a mess,just like my days and nights without you,let it be! I don’t want to disturb the dreams,that wide awake, await you… in a corner, cold feet huddle,you know, the wait can’t warm them,in the messy sheets, pain surrenders,turned into a fist, […]Read Post ›
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