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Burrito Deluxe

Title: Burrito Deluxe Writer: Joe Ridgwell Format: Paperback Book Length: 234 Publisher: Leamington Books Language: English ISBN-10: 0993227201 ISBN-13: 978-0993227202 Price: £ 9.99 Reviewed by: Koushik Sen The Metaphysical Rebels: Burrito Deluxe as the final Road Novel “What the fuck are these monsters?” I said. Ronnie attempted to put one end of the leviathan into his mouth. --Burrito Deluxe. (Ridgwell, 88) Joe Ridgwell’s...
Debarati Chakraborty Most of us are born travelers in one way or the other. Whenever I have wondered about the purpose of this life, the source of true happiness, a trip to the Himalayas has helped me in more ways than one. I have reconciled with the idea that the...

Poems by Sanjeev Sethi

Masscult Elation about well-timed ascendancy has a certain piquancy. It extends to those not affiliated to it. When *M C Sher’s flowing tongue capsules his long haul his happiness is mine, tap- ping into frozen areas of my campaign. In rooting for this Gully Boy I begin to rekindle my abandoned side. *Siddhant Chaturvedi in Gully Boy, breakout...

Poem by Arnab Saha

LOWERED GUILLOTINE Translated from the original Bengali by Kushal Poddar 1 The stormy shuttle car climbs up the flyover. My finger descends into your fist, joyous, barrier breaking. Shall stay in touch, infinity. History's curtain will come down over the horizon of time. Moments will guide ahead. Rain falls on my chest, windscreen... 2 ‘Return, Archismān.’ When red ants smite the chrysalis no caterpillar wings...
Shikhandin Poetry has been with humans since the beginning of time. And will remain with humanity until the last human breath is stilled. Throughout the millennia of poetry’s existence, it has always reflected upon and mirrored the world in which it was birthed. Poetry, like all the other arts, reveals society’s...

Poems by Anne Babson

Before I spoke their language as a philosopher. I assumed harsh consonants accidents. I stood in long lines at their communions. They laid hands on. I listened bent forward. I sat under their lectures, taking notes. The seemed clean, free of the stain of questions. They dressed so nicely, invited me out -- Beerhall nights where we...

A City Poet

Gaurav Monga In the back of his apartment was a room that used to be his brother's before he died that he now called the bindery. On the tables there were sheets of loose paper—unfinished poems that he had been revising for many years, poems that would eventually age with...
Yarn I. Spread out like a tangential curve, perched on window balconies, I would stare at each abraded line of the sun The sky was my favorite thing, how if I lay horizontally, departed from the forces of gravity and the will of life, everything was united A quiet murmur would rush across the diaphragm, knots and levers humming slowly...

In Myriad Hues

We have handpicked entries for this issue of ELJ. We wanted to give it myriad shades to cater to the readers with varying taste. We are happy to have featured the young and very talented American poet Dustin Pickering. Jhilam Chattaraj, who is an acclaimed literary interviewer, has done...
A Dream of Youth When we meet, we’ll fly together caressing each other with our enthralling beak, We’ll sing the half-elapsed song Twitter, twitter, twitter... We’ll territorialize the sky, Colonise her spheres, Our wheezing would form thunder. We’ll bathe in the rainbow, Suck the evening twilight, Soar down to nestle in the unfamiliar nest of opportunity. We’ll mouth each other’s adventure, Will laugh...
Title: When Lovers Leave and Poetry Stays Writer: Jhilam Chattaraj Publisher: Authorspress Publishing Date: 2018 Language: English Reviewed by: Juveria Tabassum The time has come for women to leave the woods andreclaim forbidden spaces.  In our vast nation while there are millions of girls who disappear due to traditional cultural evils like dowry and female...
Midsummer i I was inside a labyrinth: A flood in front of me. The endless surge and fall of water. The deep ocean surface wavered before turned in white waves. When the waves receded, they left a little shimmer in my little eyes. At a distance, something washed ashore. A blue...