Dear Writers of State Board textbooks, Brace yourselves. This is going to be one long rant. I have been studying… Read more An Open Letter to the State Board

Sometimes I look in the mirror. And I see more pain than I should, I breed more, pore by pore… Read more Poetry: Untitled Poem

Note: Whenever I use “we” in the article, I am referring to all humans, male and female.     This… Read more pseudo-editorial: Women, Art, and Sex

Didn’t anyone ever tell you? Didn’t anyone ever tell you that we’re not shooting stars because we’re beautiful, but because… Read more Not-so-fiction: Didn’t anyone ever tell you

Reading Hands One day, I saw a youth with hands which could belong only to a man much older than… Read more Fiction: Reading Hands

Mostly it is dormant Lying in the corner somewhere But there are times When it is a baby dragon Spitting… Read more Poetry: Tame

“This is crazy! I don’t think I can jump from here.” I say this while standing on top of a… Read more Flash fiction: Imperio

I don’t have a lot of memories from the past 18 years of my life, because I don’t have a… Read more Non-fiction: How I became a feminist from a menimist

little boxes I read a book of poetry while I waited for you, last Thursday, and I think I added… Read more Fiction: little boxes

I am your language trying to learn me I pick up the haze of its syntax, the functions of its… Read more Poetry: I am your language

the lonely people’s café Welcome to the café. In times of weakness, in times of sadness; in times of doubt… Read more Not-so-fiction: the lonely people’s café

It is cold now and we are old now, but we’ll never be old enough The sun is settling back… Read more Fiction: It’s cold now

The Game Even today after so many years he remembers the game. Not constantly but occasionally .When he looks back… Read more Fiction: The Game

By Savni Ranade