Dark
Light
Missing Corpse
“Few are those who care to wear formal clothes at funerals that arouse pity.” Just yesterday, I received…
I will eat misery
A November morning It’s been raining lately, or so they say. I find myself wondering: what if it…
Self-Portrait in Diaspora
What befalls language after I forsake it?War never ceases writing the poemwhile my presence means nothing andmy departure…
A Distant Grandmother Weeps in the Dark
Sometimes your day begins at three in the morning, to fragments of a dream whose details you can…
Issue 14: Mirrors
We are open for Submissions for Issue #14: Mirrors April 1st to May 15th 2026 Click here to…
A Dream not my own
(1) Aria It was as if I’d just landed in a small village…
Exploiting Femininity & Others
Preamble A disguised defeatwhen all is said and donenothing will remainbut society’s burden turned to dustdrifting through eternity.…
Holding a Shard with Tenderness
Review of I Can Imagine It For Us by Mai Serhan I had been waiting a long time…
A Sufi on the Path to God
One sorrow extends; another moors itself,folded into sombre-filled nights.Walled in by absence, we seewhat eyes—misled by intuition—miss.Displaced to…
Not the Same Day
She who holds the ink of night till dawn can read between the liesthe lip of morningand the…