The Metamorphosis of Miss Alice
It was not surprising that the residents of 58th Street did not notice Miss Alice’s unusual condition right away; she went unheeded on any given day. A nearly destitute, faded and reclusive…
No Spark in Mafiz’s Relationship
Translated to English by Arunava Sinha and Shabnam Nadiya 1. The first time Mafiz ran along Kendua’s main road, it didn’t catch the eye of anyone in the village. There could be many reasons for this.…
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মফিজের রিলেশনে স্পার্ক নাই
১. মফিজের প্রথমবারের মতো কেন্দুয়ার সড়ক ধরে ছুটে যাওয়ার ঘটনাটি গ্রামের কোনো বাসিন্দার চোখে পড়ে না। এই চোখে না পড়ার…
Thirty-One Steps
Singh sat on the bench on Platform Three at Amritsar Junction. Nine years of waiting had carved his outline into…
Saudade
This piece includes references to suicide that some readers may find distressing. We had spent a long time getting ready…
Uncommon Banyan II: The Tender’s Call
An acceptance speech in verse upon appointment as inaugural Commonwealth Poet Laureate Delivered at Commonwealth Foundation, Marlborough House, June 12,…
Vā: The Space Between Us
Long before there was AI, there was AI: Ancestral Intelligence. Rhythm, repetition, the sacred three, patterns grandmothers taught us …
HOW TO MAKE A COMMONWEALTH QUILT
This poem was written in conjunction with the Commonwealth Foundation's call for participation to respond with a creative ‘thread’ to…
I gaze at the sandstone dancer, impaled for all time. She is nameless, and in this vacant gallery, I might as well be too. I’m alone with myself and thousands of strangers in The Met. Right now, it doesn’t matter that I’ve never felt fully safe in the United States of America.…