By Anushka Joshi | February 21, 2020 My name is Anushka Joshi and I am from Ahmedabad, India, a city where there was a pogrom in 2002 that led to the deaths of nearly two thousand people ((India: A Decade On, Gujarat Justice Incomplete." Human Rights Watch. April 17, 2015). The legacy of this is pervasive today: housing … Continue reading Mother Tongue and Other Poems
By Anuskha Joshi | May 2, 2019 Scott and Zelda once spent an hour In the revolving door of a hotel- Just another jazz age prank. Like jumping into the fountain at Union Square. Later the accusations The sanatoriums The burning to death And the death by drowning In endless glasses That reflected too well. For now the mouth of misery Was still muzzled. Can you imagine them Turning and turning … Continue reading The Marriage
By Anushka Joshi | Illustration by Manya Tam | May 2, 2019 On Ted Hughes, Sylvia Plath, and Assia Wevill. They both died domestic deaths, The homewrecker and the housewife. Both with their heads on the cool Grate of an oven. A fuck you to the fifties, That era of aprons like straitjackets, Aprons that … Continue reading The Two Kinds of Women in The World
By Anushka Joshi | Illustration by Manya Tam | May 2, 2019 Yes we all know the story Of the hero Perseus who Decapitated the monster Medusa, She of the hair like snakes, she Whose one look turned people into stone, That one. But did you know the preface To that story? How Medusa was raped By the sea … Continue reading The Stare
Concept by Anushka Joshi | Illustration by Manya Tam | December 4, 2018 "Sir, a Washington Post journalist has gone missing after visiting the Saudi Consulate. He's a green card holder, his name is Jamal--" "What's the next report?" "I wasn't done." "You lost me at 'Jamal"
By Anushka Joshi | December 4, 2018 Khulka, Who Had Been to School Inspired by the story of one of the Yazidi women kidnapped by ISIS. After all the men, and elderly And children had been taken away Somewhere, The women from the mountains Were taken to Raqqa, delivered In ice cream trucks to prisons. … Continue reading Poems of Conflict
By Karen Hui | December 15, 2016 my niece. blonde-brown curls and round cheeks big(ger) eyes/pale pale (brown) skin the neighborhood aunties comment. she’s so white! eyes so big!/mixed children are just prettier she is so pretty. like one of those cherubs from raphael’s sistine madonna faces resting in fat hands/bored demeanors/eyes rolled up to … Continue reading Leng Leng
By Lizza Rodriguez | December 1, 2016 I can assure you all that my mother wasn’t born from a nuclear explosion on Mars she did not tread green slime beneath her, nothing leaked from her backside on the plane. Mama did not come here with a girl in her belly to earn 225 dollars a … Continue reading Illegal Aliens: A Goddamned Prayer for Roma