Setu 🌉 सेतु

Amrita Valan THE GHOST WHO WALKS   Brandish mop, broomstick Wash vessels, countertop, Make floors brand new Varnish door knobs.   ...

Amita Ray THE MATRIARCH age sculpts a framed face animating an unobtrusive corner of haveli in the hollow of her venerable womb posterit...

Achingliu Kamei NO NAME WOMAN Story, memory, The periphery realm is a part of the whole The very air no-name woman breathe You brea...

Poetry by BIPOC, Women, Individuals with Disabilities and Non-binary Voices   Guest Editorial by Anita Nahal, Sangeeta Sharma & Ca...

Vandana Kumar MOTHER LANGUAGE DAY    It’s mother language day  A day so far away From where I currently reside   My little one s...

Tasneem Hossain DEPARTURE OF THE DEAD Travelling through the darkness of night; Journeying across plains and mountains, Oceans and th...

Suzette Bishop SUMMONING THE PAINTER, HILMA AT KLINT   Based on Hilma af Klint: A Biography by Julia Voss and “Polar Distress” by Danie...

Suchita Parikh-Mundul LEAVES   We are quiet until a breeze rustles us.   Passers-by hear the static, put false twos together   ...

Stasha Powell NOT A SUICIDE NOTE   I'm in a place that no one wants to speak of A place where no one wishes to visit Riding this...