Bleeding

Suchitra Ramachandran   Four hundred years ago, the world was shrinking like a ball of calico soaked in salt water. Ships with multi-hued sails, proud masts and busy decks were riding the ocean and sailing eastward. Towns sprouted out of the sand where land and sea met. One day, in …

The Demon Hunter of Chottanikkara

(An excerpt from debut author S.V. Sujatha’s new supernatural thriller published by Aleph Book Company)   Kunjukuttan could feel something watching him. All at once, he felt very afraid. His fingers went to the iron dagger strapped to his loincloth. ‘Who is there?’ he shouted into the darkness, his fingers on …

On second thought

Vinodhini Vaidynathan   Raghav peeled himself off of the packed suburban train at Avadi, his bag slung across his chest, its artificial leather making a sound as it brushed against his pants. He made his way to Platform 1. Once there, he slumped onto a bench in a corner, wiped …

The Art of Gliding Downhill

by Apala Bhowmick Our fingers write to each other all day. Impatient, savage as rush hour traffic and the day is full of noises, little womanly trills of Christmas baubles falling to the floor. Stale, out of season, but never without their cheer. I’ve been flinging emoji hearts at you …

blue and blue and blue #91

by Darren C. Demaree expected kiss, i am waiting inside of you for that one time you decide not to reach me; i will be the champion of your escape   Darren C. Demaree’s poems have appeared, or are scheduled to appear in numerous magazines/journals, including the South Dakota Review, Meridian, …

Kafka in Love

by Tushar Jain   Phone rings. “Good afternoon, sir! You’re talking to Sudesh. Thank you for calling the Paragon Store. May I know who I’m speaking to?” “This is Dhanakar Prabhakar.” “Thank you for clarifying that, Mr. Prabhakar. And you’re calling from your registered mobile number?” “What? Registered mobile…? I …

Encyclopedia

by TS Hidalgo  I would hunt kisses. I have no idea about Pokemons. They tell me it has to do with video games, or that it´s not social cinema (although sometimes it produces the same sting). But I don´t know anything about that. I would hunt kisses. Everybody take drugs, …