Fiction & Poetry
“She rightly read the moment while I stumbled through a second-hand text.” – Jeanette Winterson But second-hand texts lay…
We carve strangers’ words onto our skin
like tattoos to be flaunted while hiding away
everything that we are from within.
“Life’s too small without freshly cut coriander
Generously sprinkled on kadhai chicken.
Mint leaves blitzing their way with tomatoes
Ripe from the vine to the fingers dripping chutney –
Fragrances of earth between all this concrete.”
I see people and places,
Couples and crushes
I hear giggles and whispers.
These are the secrets untold to me.
Why does the gap feel so wide no matter how much I explain, again and again, that I do not mean to hurt him… hurt any of them? I feel torn… but Amma and Appa need my help at home. Lockdown has been so damn hard.
Days upon days rushed by, tatoh chiya, alu thukpa, chicken cowrie, and beer kept us warm during the rejections.
The governing eyes throughout history have dictated the acceptable forms of the performance of sex.
SPREAD. BUT NOT READ I feel like you walk over me, all over me, Your gait was long and…
From silver screens to pages penned,
Our identities explored, where journeys never end.
A kiss for the side of your neck One for the last of your back For a year that we…
i want to 377 you so bad till even the sheets hurt i want to ache your knees singe your…
I only ever read your letters
to learn what patterns to avoid
in future relationships.
The morning was heavy, laden with the weight of expectation, with the unsettling realisation that something was about to shift.
That little baby born in spring,
Shall “he” identify as Queer?
Regardless, Polaris feels queer!