Fiction & Poetry
The Anatomy of a Queer Body
I smell the judgement
and the disappointment
of my parents as I enter the hall;
it stinks of their silence on my sexuality.
By Gokul Prabhu
June 16, 2023
Sins that can’t be washed away
Like some perverted Pavlovian desire,
the wafting smell of fresh soap
that fills up the air in the bath
has my pupils dilate when walking out.
By Hritvika Lakhera
June 1, 2023
Poems by Nhylar
1. A Certain Type of Life since the age of 16 I idealised a certain type of life involving certain…
By Nhylar
July 1, 2020
Poem: Age 7
tender lips that had forgotten, momentarily, the taste of mother’s milk and couldn’t tell the silence of the womb from…
By Mukesh
February 1, 2014
Poem: ‘The thing about crushes’
The thing about crushes, is that eventually they stop being that. I’m not saying love dies or anything, I’m just saying, that Love never was and sometimes it takes a few months of tumbling across perfumed bedsheets
By Breton Lalama
February 1, 2021
Poem: ‘A debauchee’s ode to self-love’
All I have known of loving men is emotional labour, And by that, I mean back-breaking, soul-sucking toil, Oh, the relief of carrying nothing but yourself, Oh, the relief of taking nothing but pleasure from their sex
By Malini Gopalakrishnan
February 1, 2021
Patriarchy Won’t Let Me Masturbate
That’s all the big roles and ethics
All there to fulfil.
Another task,
Another box to tick
Another concrete path to rush
Quick, simple and straight.
By Shashwat
June 16, 2023
On the day my lover would die
I would once again be theirs, in memory, on the day my lover would die.
By Sara Haque
April 18, 2024
June 1, 2023
Murderously simple thing
“She rightly read the moment while I stumbled through a second-hand text.” – Jeanette Winterson But second-hand texts lay…
By Carol D'Souza
April 5, 2021
October 17, 2024
Loving Yourself
We carve strangers’ words onto our skin
like tattoos to be flaunted while hiding away
everything that we are from within.
By Aashi Singh
October 17, 2024