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Address by Mani Rao

But I still wait for my perch in your arms

Catabolism by Tsering Wangmo Dhompa

a house catches fire; a body snaps as a matchstick or a leer;

The Morning After the Festival by Tanya Mendonsa

...a solitary form wrapped in grey: it seems to float on water.

The Gloves by Ayesha Chatterjee

suddenly marvelling at the miracle of your/knitted burgundy fingers, flesh

Drift by Sohini Basak

this evening my memory turned translucent/ like the bloom of moon jellyfish