You close your eyes and wait for the augury,sing to the brook while the balancing selfflies......

beg, bhindi. sing for light and water.first the sun’s laughter arrested at the building’s edgelike a......

In the jagged depths of lone nights,in the rapture of river, water curtains parttrapping the cold......

Dear Readers, The June issue of the Usawa Literary Review is dedicated to Collarwali, the legendary......

Memory Icicles hang like fingers and knives from the coniferous trees...

Down here you’re with the possiblepre-verbal life: that holy wellwith skeletons at the bottom. You’re not......

(you can start scrolling) wallpaper: the sun lingersonly just, on the back of a squirreldrinking dew,......

She sat stitching a riveralong hems, fraying with mythsof going underground The silt doesn’t breathesits by......

A March wedding was planned. It was decided that she would first marry the Peepal tree......

One April evening I saw the dance of fireflies Small smoulders coruscating amidst the gnarly boughs...