Verse – Suryasri Saha

Dreamers and Lovers

Not everyone will stay,
people would desert you sooner than expected.

The same conversations may not feel
so lively with some other person and the same
old lanes may not welcome us just the same.

Our own land may seem foreign at times
casting us away once we are gone and
the new one may seem more endearing.

The autumn leaves may fall off before
time and the Sun on a certain chilly
morning may not give its usual warmth.

Even the sky may seem closer at times
qualifying our limits but we, the ever so
occupied minds must never stop dreaming

merrily and loving heartily.

suryasri saha.jpgSuryasri Saha is a poet writer from Kolkata, India. She is presently studying for her engineering degree at KIIT, Bhubaneshwar.


Verse – Geetika Jha

That Door

She locks that door knob just in time,
To find herself safe and divine.
For all the demons and the devil can’t reach out to her,
Here, the door the locked,
And here, she is the crown and the queen.

Here, she knows she is Henry’s Clare,
Waiting, yet content in her despair.
Sometimes, she changes her role and becomes Michael Blomkvist,
Witty as hell, sharp as a blade,
Moving around with all of his grace.

Lisbeth appeals to her in the darkest of hour,
For she knows, she was never a vower.
All of this mayhem stays inside the door,
Cuz outside, she’ll be just another lonely soul.

But she will rise, and rise above all.
She is the light and the illusion of cowl.
Let her rest, she needs to revive,
For when she wakes, she’ll be on the highs.

Geetika Jha.resized.jpgGeetika Jha is a poet and lives in Maharashtra, India. She has completed B.E in Electronics and telecommunication and dabbles with words as a creative activity.


Prose – Sanjana Kumari

Imagining Digital India in City



The city is evolving every day. It is as new to the digital revolution as the revolution itself. Nevertheless, what used to be mere imagination in olden days has become the reality that creates the cushion for imaginations for the next step of evolution. The beauty of the city lies in its ability to manage both imagination and reality. It has adjusted itself to the ever-changing nuances of the digital realm. The massive organism that the city is, it makes it intriguing to observe the minute details of the digital revolution breathing inside its system. This paper is an effort to decode the processes that are operating in the city as a part of the digital realm and also making conspicuous changes to the cityscape and its working.

Key Words/Terms: City, Cityscape, digital revolution, digital realm, imagination, reality


  1. The Raw City

Urban Spaces have been the new cradles of economic growth and cultural intermixing for a considerably long time now. The cities across the globe have evolved through a variety of stages, although not necessarily the same ones. The first cities represented settlement units of hitherto unprecedented size (Childe, 1950). This, however, does not imply that they stood anywhere in comparison to the twenty first century cities in terms of population as well as complexity of processes at work.

The simultaneous processes of urbanisation, globalisation and industrialisation have reinvented the idea of a city in the contemporary times. However, it is widely understood that even though there has been a change in the character of the city, its raw nature remains the same. Cities are regarded as the powerhouses of economic growth, a melting pot for various cultures, the hubs of innovation and imagination, the carriers of a million dreams, and the leaders of the global settlements. Gordon Childe in The Urban Revolution pointed out ten characteristics that he deemed to be integral to almost all cities of the world. His paper included population, diversification of economic activities, standardisation of weights and measures, presence of infrastructure, trade and commerce as some of the ten characteristics. The contemporary city, however has grown beyond these basic ideas. However, it would be safe to assume that a huge number of the cities as they appear today do have the building blocks based on the ten characteristics referred to earlier.

  1. The Intercultural City

The city has become increasingly intercultural in nature owing to the fast paced churning of ideas and the availability of right tools to turn them into reality. The city in the contemporary world is a portal into ‘realised imaginations’. Everyday hundreds of thousands of people enter the city to make something out of themselves, to prove themselves and to create an association with the idea of the city. The city has come to be associated with success, growth, positivity, and opportunities, all of which are the attention-seekers for those deprived of them. It is also made apparent that the city hardly disallows entities to become a part of it. The intercultural city that lives with diversity is different from places that channel people into one worldview (Wood & Landry, 2008).

However, the image of the city as talked about above has also been emphatically pronounced due to a bigger reason. The advent of digital technology has secured a sure shot place in the life of the city. It can also be said that the intercultural city became so because of the digital revolution.

  1. Imagination in the City: The Digital Way

As said earlier, the city has long been the hotbed of imagination and hope. Imagination, however, has made a great deal of changes in the way the city functions and views the future. The digital technology has changed the face of the city. It has affected its daily life and also the way it carries itself. Over the last few years, we have seen a huge variety of familiar objects and surfaces – from televisions to bus shelters – transform into networked sensors that gather, process, store and display information (Anderson, 2012).

From dawn to dusk and from dusk to dawn the city makes its way through the mesh of digital technologies to make life easier for its inhabitants. There is an alarm on the smartphone to wake it up, milk delivered to the doorsteps through a digitally placed order, cab aggregator service to book a cab in a few moments, navigation to help it steer through the large network of roads and lanes, real time traffic information to keep it punctual, online music to listen to on a smartphone while travelling, social networks like Facebook and twitter to post about how the start of the day has been wonderful, pictures to take from a camera installed on the smartphone and so on. The city deals with its finances sitting on a laptop. The digital revolution has set in motion forces that have so much to do with bridging of distances, simplification of problems, and reduction in troubles.

Browsing one minute, searching the next, we move seamlessly from private to shared information environments, offering insight into packages of urban experience (Anderson, 2012). In order to understand the level of impact, one needs to consider an errand as small as ironing of clothes. With the digital prowess, it is perfectly possible to “get the inside track on where to get shirts ironed fast and cheaply” (Anderson, 2012). The growing dependence on digital media can be seen in the growth patterns of the city too. The coming decades are being called the decades of the ‘digital city’. There are townships being established that are integrated internally through networks of information which is available for all their residents to use. The hi-tech planned cities coming up across the globe are looking towards digital media to try and create a perfect example of place branding and city imaging. The concepts are not as new as the context. It is in context of the digital world growing together with the urban world that these concepts have broken their boundaries.

The city’s daily life is being constructed everyday with the help of the digital revolution. The kind of fairs it will attend, the concerts that are going to be a hit, the street food festivals consisting of cuisines from unknown lands are all the examples of the dynamic characters of the city. The fact that the city entertains this amount of information and action made available to it by the digital technologies is in itself enough to understand their impact on its daily life.

The question of inclusiveness is the next when it comes to creating a future of imagination for the city. Is the imagination class-sensitive? Does it take into account the gender gap which still exists in the city? Does the digital advancement decrease the stereotyping the city tolerates every day by the means of its constituents?

It will be difficult to assume that digital technology has brought about a massive change in the inclusiveness in the city. However, it is visible that the diversity of the city has been regarded much more because of digital technology on one hand and discarded on the other. The latter is so because of the exclusion of many of the city’s constituents in understanding the ‘digital’ side of the city. The digital itself is being made into an exclusive object for the use of a handful of people. If this is not looked into, the exclusiveness will increase thereby defeating the purpose of intermixing of cultures and people in the city.

The imagination of mankind is brought to match with the reality in the city. The reality, in turn, creates a platform for more imagination to crop up and help the city rediscover itself. Imagine an arrow that appears on the pavement or on your sunglasses to tell you which way to go, or even a docking station that unfolds as you approach to lock up your bike (Anderson, 2012). The cities are brimming with quests and explorations for the future. This is why this paper has been titled From Imagination to Reality to Imagination, because the cycle goes on and helps the city establish new landmarks.

From reality to imagination goes the path to the city’s conversation with digital technology. The speed with which the city has been accepting the conversion to the digital media is unprecedented. It is an indispensable part of the social as well as the economic fabric of the city today. The digital realm has brought the city together like never before. In creating realities out of imaginations, the city has done itself a tremendous service.

  1. Conclusions

The digital makeover of cities across the globe has resulted in a lasting impact on the daily life of the city. From running basic errands to getting factories set up, the tasks have been getting easier and the system more efficient. Not just this, the advent of social media has made the city more accessible and informative. Where there was nothing some years ago, the city finds information on its own history and geography today. From struggling to pay bills to booking travel plans on the internet, the city sure has come a long way in organising its everyday life.


  1. Digital media and urban spaces by Barbara Anderson on RSA, 2012 – https://www.thersa.org/discover/publications-and-articles/rsa-comment/2012/05/digital-media-and-urban-spaces
  2. The Intercultural City, by Phil Wood and Charles Landry, 2008 (Book)
  3. The Urban Revolution, by Gordon Childe, 1950 (Journal Article) – http://www.jstor.org/stable/40102108

Sanjana Kumari is a reader of Geography and writes from Delhi, India.




Prose – Swati Sarangi

The Day Off: College, Hostel, Observation and a Dream


Non-Fiction Diary


Observation is a unique act of looking at Nature’s creation. Our surrounding is stuffed with a variety of things. Sometimes few things present in our surrounding amaze us. We get awestruck by the fact of their presence, creation, look etc. No matter how simple or ordinary those things may appear, they are the powerhouses of uniqueness in the sense that nothing can replace another thing in any way. The same thought can be applied to each human being as one individual should not be compared with others which can lead to the destruction of mental peace. From observation comes motivation. Motivation is the driving factor behind any task.

Morning hour motivation comes to me through observing the components of nature. Nature has got vivid imageries and when you start to spend time with nature, you’ll certainly get mesmerized by the way things have been put in their places. Their places are too perfect in a broad sense. Likewise, we all have been assigned with a certain task to complete in our lives which we regard as the call of destiny and the set of challenges that obstruct our paths have been put according to our ability to overcome them.

It feels great in the act of chasing those white doves with the stealth footsteps, which seem to have descended down from heaven to quench their parched throats from a limited reservoir leaked from the water tank over the terrace. Now I realize why those birds have been tagged as the symbol of peace and serenity. It’s even their slight glimpse that brings peace. They are the vehicles of the air; flying high to touch the limitless sky. Then a flock of birds in the sky draws my attention. On close observation, that flock seems to have led by a bird-might be more experienced in comparison to the other in the group. There are several patterns that they create while traversing that azure land.

My day starts with taking a walk over the terrace. What can be a better idea to observe things in the vicinity of a higher place other than terrace? The terrace has always been among my favorite spots at the hostel to hang out with myself. I get to witness a hell lot amount of things from a different perspective which compels me to dress those experiences into words. Adding to this divine view is the prevalence peace and serenity! I observed something today which is worth mentioning. As I looked down from one side of the terrace, I found that a barren piece of land lying adjacent to the periphery of my hostel’s boundary had got beautifully transformed into a cultivated land, producing crops and cereals. The meticulous division of the land for the purpose of growing different crops looked no different from the political maps representing demarcations of different regions in geography books. The putting up of scarecrows (artificial human beings) dressed up in today’s fashionable attire (for protection of the crop from birds and animals) added an extra delight to the sight. I recalled those days I visited my village a few years back and such scenes were quite less in number, even though the frequency had reduced to a great extent due to the effect of urbanization and modernization. The architects of that field lived happily near it in a temporary settlement reminding me of another one which was once existent in another side of the hostel.

I reflected for a moment that whatever I was witnessing then, was the result of the relentless toil of those people. They took every care to convert a barren land into a productive one. I could relate that land to our minds and the crops to the countless thoughts which are required to be cultivated with utmost caution. Our thoughts make us who we are. In fact, we are the portraits of our own thoughts. All our emotions like pain, suffering, joy, sorrow are deeply connected with our thinking process. That’s why someone has very well remarked that “We suffer more in our thoughts than in reality”. We become happy or sad because we revise the thoughts of our past. Thoughts keep on creating utopian environments continuously in our minds. They have enormous power to transform us into anything.

You never can tell what a thought will do
In bringing you hate or love-
For thoughts are things and their airy wings
Are swifter than carrier doves.
They follow the law of the universe-
Each thing creates its kind,
And they speed O’er the track to bring you back
Whatever went out of your mind.

Looking at the importance of thoughts, I remembered Napolean Hill had once advised everyone to devote some time for analyzing one’s own thought pattern because of our mental processes each destructive thought the same way as in case of a constructive one. Both problems and solutions are present in our mind according to a saying there are no limitations to the mind except those we acknowledge. Quoting the author’s statement from the novel ‘Think and grow rich’, “We are what we are because of the vibrations of the thought we pick up and register, through the stimuli of our daily environment.

“If you think you are beaten, you are,
If you think you dare not, you don’t
If you like to win, but you think you can’t
It is almost certain you won’t.

If you think you’ll lose, you are lost,
For out of the world we find,
Success begins with fellow’s will-
It’s all in the state of mind.

If you think you are outclassed, you are,
You’ve got to think high to rise,
You’ve got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win a prize.

Life’s battle don’t always go
To the stronger or faster man
But soon or later the man who wins
Is the man who thinks he can.”

Taking care of your thoughts is as important as taking care of your body. Amidst these train of thoughts, I forget that the day has started to lose its brightness gradually.

Being a daydreamer, the terrace provides me enough elements to dream about. My restless mind would run in all directions just like my vision. The vision of mine which used to get confined within the four walls of the room has now been liberated, extending its reach to infinity, boundless possibilities. My mind picks up the subject of dream whenever my eyes get transfixed at any point. Then I would start to weave dreams about it and these hypothetical connections to the things present in my vicinity would break all differences between reality and imagination already existing inside my mind. I get amazed by the inflow of powerful thoughts and start to pen them down. Countless articles have got their birth from here only. Sometimes, I’m with academic study material other times I’m with a non-academic book. When there are no friends with me to accompany, those little birds start to play around me and I somehow start to enjoy their friendship. That’s when I realized friendship is not just an emotion bound to human beings, it’s something which can get developed as an intrinsic interest in non-living things. The surrounding is so lively that I get instant motivation from it. The courses which always appeared burden to me melt down into their easy form. I don’t know how. Is that the magnetic effect of the place?

The sunset view is breathtaking. The fierce hot burning yellow colored cosmic body, Sun turns orange, pink then gets absorbed amidst the vast stretch of clouds. The clouds, fundamentally, the agglomeration of numerous tiny water droplets, bear the shades of a color pallet at different instances. On closely observing, I find a resemblance of those yellow and peach colored clouds with those of the cream over an ice cream cone. The sky radiates the colors of a painter’s brush or I’m watching a creation of the greatest painter, the almighty, I just can’t differentiate. The commotion on the other side of the boundary of the hostel drags me close to the boundary of the terrace. When my steps take me there to have a glance, I find a bunch of toddlers playing with clay- in the lap of nature. Neither the darkness of the surrounding nor the responsibilities of the life scare them off. They are like free birds flying carelessly with the passage of time. The cold blowing breeze makes me light and I let myself get blown with watching the activities of those notorious kids. It makes me realized how quickly my childhood days have passed and the days of adulthood that I imagined as a child are not that amusing. The floating of cotton with the breeze in the atmosphere creates the scene picturesque. It seems as if there is a unique combination of summer and winter as the spread of cotton in ground resembles snow.

The darkness of the sky is now accompanied by a silver-colored celestial body shining prominently with other numerous tiny stars. On observing the moon closely, I find many unidentified scars over it which reminds me of a tale that my grandma used to narrate in my childhood days. The gist is- Once a hare visited the moon and it got lost there. That’s why the shape of that lost hare is still visible. There was no congruency of that tale with the reality but we as children were fascinated by it. As the night grows thick, the flickering radiance from the other side of the river resembles little candles spreading the light amidst the ever-growing darkness. A thick layer of grey colored fume ejected out from the chimneys of the industries diffuse in the tar-colored background in the backdrop of many colored lights of the structures turning on and off synchronously. Now, the tall structure of the transmission tower stands still in front of my eyes. I recognize it to be off suspension type with few discs hanging down. I wonder how it is different from the famous Eiffel tower! I mean, that ordinary tower can be analogous to the famous Eiffel tower. The road, on the other side of the view, seems to be invisible except the tiny moving vehicles. Their positions can be traced by the light emanating from them which looks like a video game being played in front of me and yes I’m the spectator and the player is omniscient, omnipotent and invisible, needless to say, that the world is the big screen of the video game, visualize the hugeness of this screen for once! My vision can chase few moving lights performing rectilinear motion and then disappear. Sometimes, it seems as if a competition is going on when a vehicle overtakes another. Everything seems magical and the air takes me to a completely different realm of imagination.

I’ve not been able to resist myself from spending my evening time over the terrace, gazing that distant view of mountains and river at my favorite spot over the terrace and simultaneously appreciating the splendor of each component that I visualize and perceive. The scene is breathtakingly beautiful as it reminds me of the paintings drawn in the fantasy story books of childhood days that my father purchased. As a child, my innocent mind would always question whether such places really existed or will it be ever possible for me to witness this sight in my lifetime. After so many years, I now have the answers to all those unanswered questions that once used to get built up inside my mind. It’s perhaps this place, the place where I’m right now present. The small lighted houses at the opposite bank of the river seem to be no different from the demonstration of any mysterious fairyland as if those have been constructed with the help of small and delicate matchsticks – a unique masterpiece!! Simply wonderful and amazing!! The glow of faint light resembles the ray of light emanating from burning candles spreading the light as far as possible and destroying the darkness. The red colored flag at the apex of the Lord Shiva’s temple shines in the dark background of the sky jeweled with tiny sparkling stars. And, now the atmospheric air transports the sound of evening prayer to my ears- so divine and peaceful, and few lines of songs of childhood days running inside my mind-

All things bright and beautiful
All creatures great and small
All things wise and wonderful
The Lord God made them all…
The Lord God made them all (Chorus).

Everything around us has got so much to give. It seems as if the inanimate things want to convey us a message of eternity and peace. What is required is to lend an ear to their unspoken or a keen observation.



Swati Sarangi is currently pursuing Masters Degree in Electrical Engineering. She completed B.Tech in Electrical Engineering from Indira Gandhi Institute of Technology, Sarang, Odisha. She writes on two blogs along with her sister Sweta, Creative Constellation and Words To World on different blogging platforms. Her poems have been published in The Stage, The Seasons, Bibliograph, Agnishatdal and Writer’s Ezine.




Verse – Reshma Ruia

1. An Old Man’s Mouth
Reshma Ruia

Today you kissed me with an old man’s mouth
Dry lips puckered against my cheek
The grey stubble of your chin bruising mine
Your hand fumbled and felt beneath the bedsheet
As you heaved your body over mine
Pinning me down
Arms spread-eagled and crucified
I lay absolutely still
I felt my insides shutting down
The breast. The liver. The heart. The feather-thin bone
Sighing to a pause
Your rasping breath turned fevered and hot
While I quietly slipped away

2. Mother’s Love I & II
Reshma Ruia

It is at night I hear you
A single cell you grow noisily
Now a limb. An eye. A throat
Just don’t ask me to feel love
For you as yet
To shut my eyes and breathe your name loud
It’s too early to feel tender towards
This accident of cells
Multiplying within
There are no grudges against you
As yet
Just this need persists
To make you understand
This body and mind
Dozing clumsy through the hours
Does not mean there won’t be far-off battles
Still waiting to be won
Urgent footsteps shouting to run
This blood will still growl
Though now it whimpers low
You won’t fell me down
With your heart or your blows

Suddenly the hours. The vacant hours come rushing in
The children all grown up and gone
Busy feathering their own nests
The husband hiding somewhere out of reach
Tripping over shadows that he conceals
She looks at her hands
Lying in her lap
And can’t quite understand
How and why a life crammed so full of loving and living
Became so stripped of meaning
Like an empty milk bottle
Left out on the doorstep

3. Love in the East
Reshma Ruia

To Bangkok and Pattaya
The old men come
In neon-lit cocktail bars with come-hither pouts
Their Hawaiian shirt-a blaring klaxon
They barter their varicose-veins and wheezing voices
For caresses and promising smiles
I saw one of their tribe
Bending expectant over his gin and lime
Bright-splashed shorts holding afloat
Sunburnt tyres of flesh
A hero he was
Fleeing pin-striped suits
Fast food counters and the odour of the rush hour tubes
His kids grown up and gone, his wife addicted to Corrie
And she…dark-eyed and easy grace
No less a heroine
A heroine fleeing the bare-foot walk to the well
The grudging kick of boiled rice in belly
The dripping palm-leafed roof
Leaning pensive against pictures of Hollywood hunks
She dreams of young firm men with blond haired arms
They come together the hero and the heroine
Pantomiming the motions of love
Biting their feet is the sea
With its blue wrinkled mouth
There are yellow flowers in her hair, seashells on her throat
The taste of his stale beer dances inside her mouth
He pries open her legs and keeping time
Together they abuse
The Christ who refused to resurrect
The Buddha who failed to reincarnate
Inside the hunger of their embrace

Reshma Ruia is a writer based in England. She has written two novels, ‘Something Black in the Lentil Soup,’ and ‘A Mouthful of Silence.’ Her poetry and short stories have appeared in international journals and anthologies and also commissioned for BBC Radio4. She is also a co-founder of The Whole Kahani, a collective of British writers of South Asian origin.Save





Verse – Line Toftsø

1. The Colour of Self
Line Toftsø

I am.
a sound in your body
the exhale before
the inhale
unconsciously convincing
the unstable nucleus
a biological necessity,
one body made

I am.
in every layer
except resistance
the metal pen I’m holding
is processed like a rasp
I am silence too
foil a tunnel thousands of objects
passing through a body
that I used to see as mine,
the parts of me already found.

2. The Nights of Longing
Line Toftsø

The thing is I want to reach you
and then a night is nothing
moons are lipless, silenced and
to examine my body as if
it was even here
it seems real to me
I am the impossible
in you: me.

Line Toftsø is a Danish published writer and artist. She lives in Copenhagen, Denmark. Find her at toftsoe.dk and on Twitter at @linetofts.Save





Verse – Jake Sheff

1. Between the Timothy and Heather: A Pregnant Sonnet feat. Offspring
Jake Sheff

“…When they couple with one another and the male is in the act of generation, as he lets go from him the seed, the female seizes hold of his neck, and fastening on to it does not relax her hold till she has eaten it through. The male then dies in the manner which I have said, but the female pays the penalty of retribution for the male in this manner: the young while they are still in the womb take vengeance for their father by eating through their mother, and having eaten through her belly they thus make their way out for themselves.” (Herodotus, “The Histories”; on the winged serpents of Arabia)

To penetrate the penitence of light
Was never good enough; a viper winged
In mooing rain the Tet Offensive zinged *
By hangers-on like Tetris gripes: “This flight
To make the same mistake as Otho; right
As blushing beds to bluish brides I’m pinged.
It says, ‘I am that iamb’; oath so ringed *
With snow, temptation called him Friday night
To flee herself. Kenosis doesn’t give
An F; denial’s like a lion’s den
Or planet’s earwax fossilized to hive
Beneath Kenosha’s final sigh. To live
Is no step-sister to ‘fa shizzle’; ten
Years sepsis-free and dry or gauze and five.”

* Tinged begat Zinged; and Fringed begat Ringed…

2. Pinworms for Mount Fuji’s Daughter
Jake Sheff

Rich Man:

My DNA has decorated bones
with guilt that’s not my own. I’m poor! My sorrow’s
a deep, protected well; Kilimanjaro’s
got nothing on it. Vitamin B1
is low between the sheets without her. Nine
-to-five, I loved her like nine-irons, kine
and bon mots purchased with three-sided coins.

Let vultures carry on about her eyes
ejaculating goodness. Norovirus,
go spread her baklava – notorious,
like all fine painting – on the shepherd’s pies
and clouds; high visibility locations.
Let MiGs send all her unicorns and patience
below the branded gentry; let them eat degrees!

Poor Man:

This neti pot and carpool lane for pain
that would brûlée a man’s third testicle;
I’m rich! I’ll mint her loss. Divest your treacle
in hydrochloric piggybanks. Her nape –
where Boethius would piggyback ideas
he wished to keep – its semibreve I ID’d
quickly; its yellow scent that turned me hairpin.

Decentralize the tulips north of Delft
and let them roost above her; let their beaks
eat worms that root for her to rot. Let Keebler –
with her brand loyalty – phase out the elf
whose cookie doesn’t crumble. Let tycoons
rebuild her, summarize for booms in coonskin
caps typhoons; shine her rising face on mini-golf!

3. The Castled Mountain’s Maidenhood
Jake Sheff



4. Chimpanzee in Love
Jake Sheff

The jungle moves atop the earth like pride,
Erratic children chained to charity
Desire is a building, humility
In waves within forever’s form of greed
The sea with its obligatory lust
It doesn’t even stop and smell the chastity
In a cold embrace, a sandy wrath

Or sunny sensuality like kindness
In this fifth season of abstract and patient
Rain, there is a truth on the horizon, envy
Setting like horizontal people, temperance
On the wing to issue bloody diligence
Where roads are not, and not for gluttony
But time is wisdom out of love with sloth

Jake Sheff is a major and pediatrician in the US Air Force, married with a daughter and three pets. Jake’s poems are in Radius, The Ekphrastic Review, The Brooklyn Review, The Cossack Review and elsewhere. He won 1st place in the 2017 SFPA speculative poetry contest. His chapbook is “Looting Versailles” (Alabaster Leaves Publishing).Save