I last met Jayanta uncle in June this year. Then his last words were, “please do......

I (28 th August 2023) I feel your absence like an earthquake. The wayan earth-hugging invertebrate......

in Jayanta da was a beautiful soul and a remarkable human being. Everything about him was......

Jayanta Mahapatra’s fellowship to the International Writing Program (IWP) began not long after the United States......

I listen to a distant voicethrough the April night, indistinct, likeother night-sounds. Something tells meIt’ss the......

Some tend to think that poetry has an obligation to strike a high octane...

In front of my eyes, the searises to new heights. The language of the sea isprivate,......

“Same old Same old 2004 has been so boring” These were the words my friend said on Christmas Eve....

Bruised, broken, barren, while you leave my body bloodless, I still birth you...