Fog Horns Deafen me … In this Lock-Box, it’s easier to stand in aisles where people steal stuff because— it’s…
Two Poems – Fabrice Poussin
In your Breast I scream in your ear at the speed of light but not a shiver in the adversity…
Three Poems by Ki-tyo Ssemma’nda
Two Poems by Jen Ross Laguna
Shrinking star She now shines after years of struggling with the language, a star capturing daddy’s furtive attention. She raises her…
Five Poems by Amit Shankar Saha
1 Absence Monsoon clouds gather on this patch of earth with a heavy heart. Beside your window the flame tree…
Sanjida Afrin — Two Poems
Dear November An open letter to the universe, hoping that it actually listens. Please, treat me gently this month. My…
Three Poems – Isidoros Karderinis
We planted We planted our seeds in the cloudsAnd instead of roses the rain germinated.We planted our footprints on the…
As I Grow Old, I Remember — JB Polk
As I Grow Old, I Remember My very first memory – I was three or four. My mother’s girandole earrings…
‘Serena’ and ‘The Pay Phone’: Stories by Kwan Kew Lai
Serena Serena waltzed into our sitting room, wearing a combination of colorful sari and silk scarves wrapping around her head…
Elinora Westfall — ‘Merivale’ and ‘Lungs’
Merivale Have you ever been to Merivale? She writes. While Angelica, (six), fist full of flowers, arranges them in a…
Catching Scorpions – An Essay by Tong Ge
Catching ScorpionsTong Ge Fourteen years after moving to Canada, I am finally able to afford a 1,800 square-foot house. It…
Three Poems by William Mpina
Let Napolo Return—and Return She Must William Khalipwina Mpina I I spit invisible flames. They do not see it. Here…
Writing Ukraine Prize 2023: Meet the judges
The aftermath of war can be very disturbing, so much that it triggers a lot of negative happenings, things that…
Two Poems by Halina Goldstein
The Other Side Life dropped meinto the middle of a great lakeTo swim or to sink?I wasn’t sure Every movement…
Three Poems by Halina Poświatowska translated by Agata Szymańska
*** my eyes — no longer eyes but stars finely scattered across the sky my skin — no longer skin…
Three Poems by Raina Manuel-Paris
Accidental joy The awkward graceOf this dying bodyThe lightness of beingA searing painA distant hope Discarding what wasDespite the terrorOf…
‘Eye Game’ – Norie Suzuki
Eye Game I have three ways to look at the world around me. First, with my eyes big. That’s…
Once upon a time in my Grandfather’s village – Beata Stasak
When he died, their father had two requests. But my aunty could not wait to close his eyes. “He was…
Goose – Yuan Changming
You’ve never tried foie gras d’oie? Me neither! Before leaving China my father told me he’d only heard of bear’s…
What’s my Name – Kunal Mehra
What’s my name? I was talking on the phone with my father, one mid-September morning, while on a walk in…
Two Poems – Kabir and Ghalib – Translated by Ajit Singh Dutta
Where Do You Search For Me Where do you search for me, Man? I am here next to you. Not…
The Unidentified Corpse – Mahmudul Haque translated by Alamgir Mohammad
The Unidentified Corpse Jamshed Chowdhury told his son, ‘Tipu, go at once and call Tarafder. Tell him my name so…
To be Bi Anything is Radical – Rae Parry poem
To be bi anything is a radical notion But the irony is that the ‘bi’ in binary demands you choose…
Definitions of Falling In and Out of Love – Rati Pednekar
मिळण (Milna) Language: Marathi Meaning: Verb. To find. You were five and couldn’t find your favourite teddy bear. You entered…
Two Poems by Pawel Markiewicz
The Spring Awakening ( A sonnet) The springtide wakes up not only in dreams. The snowdrops blooming in the moony…
Michael Damanti Interview
Kickstarter – https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1671763999/in-plain-sight-the-story-of-madrids-romani-community?ref=user_menu Michael Damanti’s new photography book details Romani culture in Madrid during his time there as an artist. Please…
‘Obsess’ – Gary Beck Interview
Obsess by Gary Beck is published by Cyberwit, a small independent publisher in India. Obsess and other of Beck’s books…
‘Mixed Eyes’ – The Poetry and Art of Velibor Baćo
Mixed eyes In her eyes,a sea of green,in disguise,was beauty‘s scream. In her eyes,in deepest green,a bluish light,never seen. In…
Five Poems – Fabrice Poussin
Exploring a Past She moved about with the ease of a phantom in limbo between the world she once knew…
And When Laughter Appears – Rose Lantern
And when laughter appears And no smile or sneering rears Where are you? What have you put yourself through? Sometimes…
‘Cuentos de la Reina / Tales of the Queen’: Sneak Peek
We at Aloka Magazine are always looking to support fellow writers and artists, particularly if they’re allowing us insight into…
Calling all Shakespeare fans!
Are you a writer, an artist, a poet, or a general fan of any of these things? Have you ever…
Two Poems – by Abul Hasan translated by Alamgir Mohammed
1.Loneliness The girl didn’t expect much!So much grace, so much independence!Expected less, Unveiling the whole body leaning against the mirrorSitting alone…
Little Lovely – A short-story by Peter Thorn
The orderly had wheeled her in at just after eleven, two hours into Dennis’s shift. Lots of people admitted that…
Five Poems by Imtiaz Mahmud – translated by Alamgir Mohammad
1. “Dream” Mother with far fewer things Dreams that I can’t but be surprised. She sees green field and green grass.…
Five Poems from Blood Everywhere
By Zafir Setu Translated from Bengali by Mohammad Shafiqul Islam 1 When we stood by the bank of…
‘A Call to Alms’ and ‘The Other Side of the River’ – Srinjay Chakravarti
A CALL TO ALMS The conversations at the office that morning, quite naturally, swirled around the letters of increment and…
Cheshire Cats Don’t Exist – Sharona Kenwrick
‘Cheshire Cats don’t exist,’ I try desperately to explain to Maggie as she lies awake on my arm almost three…
Miguel Aizpuru – Tres Poemas (Three Poems)
Primero, Manhattan Me sentenciaron a veinte años de aburrimiento Leonard sabe a qué me refiero Una condena a la irrelevancia…
The Roman – Peter Thorn Fiction
‘Graphite!’ exclaims the sharp-suited Polish businessman sat opposite me, and slaps his knees, pleased at remembering the word. ‘We used…
Misplaced Confidence – Rati Pednekar Poem
Misplaced Confidence I think it’s time we remembered that we never could predict the futurethat our well-laid plans were nothing…
You can’t see the stars in Birmingham – Aimee Green poem
You can’t see the stars in Birmingham. Instead, above is just a muddle of clouds, lightness, and dark; reflections and…
The Historic Speech of 7th March — Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman
The historic 7th March Speech is one of the most vital, glorious speeches in the history of Bangladesh. It…
Three Poems by Coen van der Wolf
Homage to Kafka ”My son’s so smart: call him a dog Next thing you know, he’s writing a story about…
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