Upper Bunk by Biman Roy

The girl is asleep. Almost diagonally and high up from where I am sitting. Her long legs slightly out of the edge of the bunk. Her body rocks a little as the carriage moves.  Outside, the vast body of land, water, and plantations whiz past backwards.  Not too many people are around. Some are reading, […]

Gait by Biman Roy

after Danielle Mitchell Sometimes it’s hard to find your gait. Even if you know it, you can’t place a finger on it. Is it straight or crooked, halting or free-flowing, plantar or astral? You are not sure. Sometimes it’s like knowing another body, naked and close, fold by fold, breath by breath, like surveying a […]