In the great literary jewel from ancient Mesopotamia, The Epic of Gilgamesh, also reckoned as humanity’s......

My brother peeks into the living room and excitedly shouts at me, “Come and see. Come......

(for Shinjini) The chaos—the crush of bodies,like torn pages from a long, unread novel, piled up......

filled with golden stalks of grain,the intoxicating spring windshover in the afternoon harvest of desires.I smell......

(In memory of Pritish Nandy) January the eighth, twenty twenty-five.I wake up early,go for a long......

Imagine walking into an ice cream shop. You scan the menu—chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, mango swirl, rocky......

Snow White is effing exhaustedShe opens her window‘cause she has seasonal affective disorderAnd her therapist says......

At Usawa, we value every little thing we see and read in a poem. Sometimes we observe, with a child’s eye,...