selected by Damyanti Biswas

Breath

Mykhail Kruchevich had hit his wife only once. Whether he had then considered her possible response, he could not now remember, nor could he recall what had pr...

Reproductive History

The imaginary baby Put a pillow under your t-shirt. Turn sideways and look in the mirror. This is not what it will look like. Hold a stuffed animal in your ...

The James Bonds

When they are not on duty, the James Bonds live at 125 Wellington Square. From the outside, it is nothing more than an unobtrusive gray metal door set in a worn...

Black As

She’s all sharp angles and dark and heavy brooding, anyone can see that. As soon as she opens the door she thumps herself down on the seat, turns to the window ...

In the Jade City

The Red Rope The abortionist lives in the jade city, in a maisonette tucked beneath the jasper bridge. A red rope hangs from the doorknob. After school, her ...

This Place Is An Inspiration

Oh street of little romance I greet you. In a few leafstrewn steps I have saluted your quiet carehome at the top, the straddlings of carwheels on your kerbs. Fe...

Irises

I bought flowers at the grocery store even though I didn’t mean to buy flowers at the grocery store. Fresh flowers are for afternoons when you feel shiny and...

The Emptiness Machine

You'd have thought it was a mad scientist who gave me the Emptiness Machine, but that's not true. It was a poet. I saw the poet three times before the world ...

A Little More Full and Less Empty

I let him into my flat. He puts the empty bottle of vodka on the floor and walks around, lays a hand on the wooden box on my coffee table, the box that looks li...