“Dear Lady:/ I am sorry to inform you/ your star will someday blaze out/ & die. I know you do not/ hear me nor, if hear, believe…” By Minal Hajratwala.
“In the U.S… it’s easy to feel like a non-entity in the publishing world which is still dominated by cishet white men (though some aspects are changing). In India, what I’ve experienced is almost the opposite, a lot of openness and welcoming of new ideas…” A roundtable discussion with the members of The (Great) Indian Poetry Collective.
What’s featured in the “Politics” issue including web (and digital) exclusives.
“Take my relation with her tongue restless as fire./ Take my relation with her legacy of shame.” By Minal Hajratwala.