SIPPING LETTERS

A poem by Sayani Mukherjee: ‘where Jargons kept our brew alive and we sat cross legged with armours high up from howling screams’

Today

A poem by John Copley Alter: ‘what was indigenous / in our childhood’s garden? became / native, mother tongue—our flora— / blossoming…’

Poetry by Sarvesh Wahie: “Humans seeded in comfort of their jackets / Murmur about, isolated in looming stillness”