VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Kushal Poddar

The Roadkill You already have arisen to the steady sobbing. “Do you think her son is still locked inside?” I step out. Night has left its sanguine plumes on our staircase; its predator moans in the darkness; spring mates in the pollen ridden milieu with humid heat. No snivelling I hear.  Your hands have theContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Kushal Poddar”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Donny Winter

The White Flag is Willingly Taciturn The over-weaponized army marches as gun-shells spill from open mouths still wide from the war four years ago, while the “torchbearers” rev  by a new fuel, untapped, standing by. We, with the phantom-shrapnel pain in our chests, watch from our balconies as they burn the parchment-paper dream only toContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Donny Winter”