What I’d like is to tell you the redemption story. The same shine as balloons: a remnant of white in the sullen pupils of the dead-in-life, and how those dead may be made new, if…
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Untitled, Athens, 2012
Ranbir Singh Sidhu is the author of Good Indian Girls and a winner of the Pushcart Prize in fiction. His stories and essays appear in Conjunctions, Salon, The Georgia Review, The Literary Review, and other…
What Happens At Home Since I’ve Gone Away
I learn fast that there are rules in the underworld. If you want to get by, you have to work their system.’ Don’t eat anything, not even a seed. Don’t let one of them touch…
Brushstrokes
We don’t know where it goes. We don’t really care. When painting alla prima, you work back towards yourself. Oil based, wet-on-wet. Translated Italian: first attempt. Coat the canvas with magic white or phthalo blue….
Blue Nude
after Matisse You have pencil-scarred knees, foot-soles. Bones and flesh round as worry-stone. If I took that right arch as if to rub clear the sweeping marks, you would press into my firm grip.