TWI Review: Schizophrene by Bhanu Kapil

Reviewed by Anu Mahadev Bhanu Kapil is no stranger to the world of immigration, fragmentation, the resulting experiences in a new land, the concept of a land left behind – neither place can be called home, or perhaps both can. Exile and diaspora is not entirely a new concept as far as Asian-American literature is…

TWI Opinion: Domestic Violence: Is it Possible to Find Closure?

Is it possible to find Closure in the aftermath of Domestic Violence? Nalini Priyadarshini explores. Home is sanctuary where a person feels relaxed and safe. But alas, it is not true for everyone, especially for women and children. In fact, domestic violence is the biggest killer of women. When 82% of victims of intimate partner violence are women,…

TWI Opinion: On Transgender Rights

Transgender Rights in the wake of Transgender Persons (Protection of Rights) Bill, 2019. Sonali Pokhriyal takes a look. The hastily passed Transgender Persons (Protection of Rights) Bill, 2019 in the Lok Sabha has been met with a strong backlash from the queer community and the allies across the country. To facilitate an understanding for the…

TWI Events: A Connect+Create Fall Poetry Salon

A beautiful fall evening and a gathering of poets. Anu Mahadev writes about the poetry salon by Connect+Create that TWI partnered with. Oct 13, 2019. A crisp autumn evening in the southern New Jersey suburb of West Windsor was the setting for a one-of-a-kind poetry salon organized by Connect+Create a creative workshop and networking venture…

For Fall Poetry Event: I Don’t Live in This Language Anymore

Three poems for the Poetry Salon by Prajakta Paranjpe I don’t live in this language anymore  that was the medium of my youthful rebellion when rising from the mediocre towards a better expression seemed a reality one could live within the context of a language- Foreign words, opening up worlds I could not have imagined…

For Fall Poetry Event: Snow Postcards

Four poems for the Poetry Salon by Pooja Garg   Snow postcards It is difficult to tell you of snow on the phone Where I sit in the window, it is hard – The fall, The falls – I think the moon perches on that twig for a reason comparing whiteness, comparing notes and that…

For Fall Poetry Event: Neem Leaves

Three poems for the Poetry Salon by Anu Mahadev. Neem Leaves I press them to my chest, like folded laundry, warm skeins of silk. Could it be only a week since you slipped into the folds of memory, the thin birds of your hands moving above the black stove or the last visit to the…

For Fall Poetry Event: But Radha Wants More

Three poems for the Poetry Salon by Ashini Desai But Radha Wants More He is the boy everyone wants. But SHE is the girl he dances with. The girls circling her tell her straight, they wish they had her fate. Of a thousand to be the one! Does she not know that she has won?…

For Fall Poetry Event: Boxes

Two poems for the Poetry Salon by Priya N Iyer Boxes Amazon box at the door A bright red box of Legos Orange white from donut shop To go coffee handle- top Gift boxes in bright paper Boxes ship your furniture Crayons, mittens, winter wear Boxes are just everywhere. But There is something, you cannot…

For Fall Poetry Event: An Ode to My Preening

Two poems for the Poetry Salon by Nidhi Thakur Multiple sets of semi-precious dangling earrings, Colorful and silver-lined, I hoist a pair of you to my ears For the purpose your color serves today, matching, coordinated to my clothes, service until death, the danglers say. The borders of your appearance will always be protected. Silver,…