I have been standing at the dressing table for the past three hours. All set. But wait, am I imagining the dark patches under my eyes? It would not do, it would not do at […]
I. Cats are to be hated. And their whining, which some might lovingly define as meowing, is nothing but tiresome whimpering. At least that was what my mother said she—not my mother—my cat—did. “Why did […]
Now quite a few grey hairs mingled with the dark Grow on my head still lush with Spring’ s bounteous past. Late Summer comes at last; And following her heel can be heard Autumn’s heavy, […]
1 Tonight, you who thought of the moon, a slice of scorched bread talk your curiosity into the finest café, swallow the finest food not fine enough to satiate your indigestible guilt and not fine […]
Night’s unwinding, still. No moonlight dreams remain. Heavier and heavier the water drops, making a melody of strain. Old ghosts howl within my mind, shrieking for the pyres I left behind, asking tolls for […]
“you can imagine them passing by like rafts in a heavy green canal, travelling through the window of your mind—or the large canteen windows—and far away.” but still i hunch into a knobby ball, feeling […]
What the mother sang is indeed the central focus of this volume of sixty-two poems. In the title poem “When My Mother Sang,” the twelfth in the book, the mother’s song is the source of […]
For years, I had no idea that the Chakma alphabet existed. Growing up, my family never mentioned it, and it wasn’t part of my school curriculum. Like many others in the Chakma community, I communicated […]
We are greatly indebted to Abu Kalam Shamsuddin for the logo, cover image and theme paintings of the magazine.
Publisher : Sabiha Huq, Professor of English, Khulna University, Bangladesh
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