Astrological insights from our twelve flash stories

By Swati Khurana
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Poetry

in Chinese, pistachios are called / kaixinguo — happiness fruits. / but they are neither happy nor fruit. / they are birthed out of their shells / i am not happiness nor fruit nor mother; / only carefully extracted.

Poetry

and the woman in the mountain said /
my head is full of rocks / my mouth, ears, nose full of sand

Poetry

once, / before the stars & stripes, / we traced stripes across / the stars to steer us / home.

Essays

We reveled in the way our unlikely friendships disturbed the world around us. In each other’s bodies, we found joy and brotherhood.

Poetry

to need sky / because you are sun / forgive forgive / the world is crueler / without you in it

Poetry

I kiss / you & the sands roam every valley to ride this / wind. I kiss you & suddenly we are home again

Essays

The better half of her four decades of life were marked by the ebbs and flows of relapse and remission, either sick, or about to be. Remission is life with an asterisk; conditional.

Fiction

Years later, to my own surprise, I would recognize a strange person within myself. Had I known then how strange I was, what would I have done?

Poetry

It can’t with words on paper / It can’t with words / It can’t

Poetry

You hear Mama tell you / that you must be waiting for her to die to live your life.

Fiction

I feel satisfied, triumphant, knowing I have loved the original donut well, though maybe it was only its glaze that I recognized.

Poetry

had partner My .Survival for /
trip the for long hair their grown /
—love make to nervous too was I and

Poetry

you are prepared for all of it. how the blood will smell. of you. of lavender. of the crown of a head.

Fiction

The sea’s sunlit hues, the model-like beach goers that crowd the snack bar, the fruit from the south that tastes of the earth—they are totally unremarkable to her.

Poetry

my mother gives love / through the severity of / past and future tragedies

Poetry

[we/ ] bombed them, because [ /they] bombed us.
a star falls on someone else’s city because it’s just a shooting star.

Fiction

I don’t know what to tell you except that children are cruel and her emails were hilarious.

Poetry

desperate / we deceived ourselves / this time it will be different / fooled by the coldest winter disguised / as spring

Poetry

I do not rule the body / of the girl I love, nor the body / of the girl I was, who is the city / I go home to, which is an island, / which I am always forgetting.

Essays

I drive two hours to grieve a person I have never met, and my grief is a country without borders.

Poetry

in Chinese, pistachios are called / kaixinguo — happiness fruits. / but they are neither happy nor fruit. / they are birthed out of their shells / i am not happiness nor fruit nor mother; / only carefully extracted.

Fiction

I feel satisfied, triumphant, knowing I have loved the original donut well, though maybe it was only its glaze that I recognized.

Poetry

and the woman in the mountain said /
my head is full of rocks / my mouth, ears, nose full of sand

Poetry

had partner My .Survival for /
trip the for long hair their grown /
—love make to nervous too was I and

Poetry

once, / before the stars & stripes, / we traced stripes across / the stars to steer us / home.

Poetry

you are prepared for all of it. how the blood will smell. of you. of lavender. of the crown of a head.

Essays

We reveled in the way our unlikely friendships disturbed the world around us. In each other’s bodies, we found joy and brotherhood.

Fiction

The sea’s sunlit hues, the model-like beach goers that crowd the snack bar, the fruit from the south that tastes of the earth—they are totally unremarkable to her.

Poetry

to need sky / because you are sun / forgive forgive / the world is crueler / without you in it

Poetry

my mother gives love / through the severity of / past and future tragedies

Poetry

I kiss / you & the sands roam every valley to ride this / wind. I kiss you & suddenly we are home again

Poetry

[we/ ] bombed them, because [ /they] bombed us.
a star falls on someone else’s city because it’s just a shooting star.

Essays

The better half of her four decades of life were marked by the ebbs and flows of relapse and remission, either sick, or about to be. Remission is life with an asterisk; conditional.

Fiction

I don’t know what to tell you except that children are cruel and her emails were hilarious.

Fiction

Years later, to my own surprise, I would recognize a strange person within myself. Had I known then how strange I was, what would I have done?

Poetry

desperate / we deceived ourselves / this time it will be different / fooled by the coldest winter disguised / as spring

Poetry

It can’t with words on paper / It can’t with words / It can’t

Poetry

I do not rule the body / of the girl I love, nor the body / of the girl I was, who is the city / I go home to, which is an island, / which I am always forgetting.

Poetry

You hear Mama tell you / that you must be waiting for her to die to live your life.

Essays

I drive two hours to grieve a person I have never met, and my grief is a country without borders.