TWI Poetry : Ad Infinitum, Window to the West

Two poems by Sufia Khatoon Ad Infinitum Add ad infinitum to your name repeat after me –  to search the emptiness is endless To remain forever you must reshape the cosmic stars black and hollow. Do you know the last remaining cell will lose track of the conscious mind?  What then my friend?  Memory too…

TWI Poetry : A Rough Draft of an Assault

A poem by Nivedita Rao A rough draft of an assault  Lack of sugar or salt  Lead to weekly assault  A kick here. A kick there.  The footprints of his thunder  Everynight, landed on her threshold  None could bear the sight it behold  * He never picked up the plate Dried. Smeared with remnants.  He…

TWI Poetry : Beyond the Scars

A poem by Chitrangada Lahiri  Beyond the Scars “You are so pretty.”She smiled, eyes depicting another story…. Old facial scars, carefully  concealed.Slashes on her wrists, under full sleeves.A broken nose, long mended.Burn marks, underneath the dresses.Reminder of every slap, punch and kick. Added expletives, in her vocabulary.Years of abuse, and things gory.All the misery and…

TWI Poetry : In our silence, Prey Now a Huntress

Two poems by Antoinette F. Winstead In our silence In our silencesitting quietly,by the fire,together, The rustle of a turning pagereminds me of children  we never bore, And, in the chatter ofsaucer and spoon,  echoes anger –dismissed,left to simmer. In our silence,the fire burns low,pages turn,and tea cools,while we sit quietly,together –alone. Prey Now a…

TWI Poetry : Blue Wife Puts Too Much Stock in a Good Day

Two poems by Hayley Mitchell Haugen Blue Wife Adopts Puppies and walks them to feel the weight of her own self lifting; in the morning, after the rain, the droplets echo leaf to leaf in her forest-ringed suburbia; the pups investigate deer droppings, parade the street triumphantly gumming tree limbs, two drooling mouths to one end each, wobbling  shoulder…

TWI Poetry : Stay at home

Four poems by Kashiana Singh Stay at home often these daysmy tongue breaksrecoiling as its energyfield trespasses yourstackling each othercrumbling intoridiculed bits you fiddle with thelast placid raisinin your cereal bowl often these daysmy words despairscraping, stutteringscreaming, streamingfilaments of a foreignbody choke my tracheamy voice raspy my fork is rapidly activelacerating the chickennudging zest into…

TWI Poetry and Art: Son et Lumière

Three poems and paintings by Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad The Eyes Have It I inherited but fragments of her telomeres throwaway splices of her handsome clan but when I’m two and a half Boulevardiers down it’s Mother’s eyes that twinkle back  glitching in the powder room mirror and I become briefly beautiful –  my midnight irises…

TWI Poetry: 20/20

Martina Reisz Newberry 20/20 I learned early on that poor eyesight was a dandy excuse to avoid meeting faces. I walked the world in blurs and shadows, only recognized cruelty by its sound.  Neon lights and stars blended with traffic signals and the moon, at its least sliver,  seemed delusional. It was easy to be…

TWI Poetry : Untitled

Sarita Jenamani Untitled The stretched earth lies thirstylike a crumbled blotting paperThe scorching whirlwindhas blown away with itstanzas from the book of lullabiesThe remaining pages of historyhave lost their wayin the dark laneof the centuryPassing through the nomadic shadowsyou have to move to the fringe of the timeIt is not enough to set freethe restless…

TWI Poetry : Desire has No History

Manjiri Indurkar Desire Has No History Every seven years, your body destroys each of its cells, and regenerates new ones, reads a post on Facebook that puts a smile on the faces of those in need of it. In the post-truth world, this might be the only information necessary to win the war on our…