Felix Descending
“Felix again, falling through sky,/ an age ago, an hour. He is/ a mouthful of air, a savior at the door/ and trembling…” By Ellen Kombiyil.
Read More“Felix again, falling through sky,/ an age ago, an hour. He is/ a mouthful of air, a savior at the door/ and trembling…” By Ellen Kombiyil.
Read More“In the U.S… it’s easy to feel like a non-entity in the publishing world which is still dominated by cishet white men (though some aspects are changing). In India, what I’ve experienced is almost the opposite, a lot of openness and welcoming of new ideas…” A roundtable discussion with the members of The (Great) Indian Poetry Collective.
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