December 11, 2017
by Sohini Chatterjee
Art by Lily Bell
Tragedy of Your Dystopia
Your taste lingers ad nauseam on my tongue, my lips,
my thigh, at the back of my neck,
on the reckless lines of my palm,
and in forbidden places one-too-many;
where perfidies of Holy Scriptures cannot reach,
so you do not taste li...
September 11, 2017
Where’s my independence?
1947 brought a different independence
Than the novella in my head:
Where heroines dressed like themselves
But were accorded the valor of heroes.
Where an aimless drifter was a woman with matted hair
But the word “witch” did not exist in village air