M.A. Riaz

Off a cotton shirt,  the shiny, lone button  popped, stray threads  frayed in place, reaching  around the vacant space with wispy arms…

“The Night of Glory is better than a thousand months…it is peace until the break of dawn.” —The Holy Quran, 97:3-5 .…

I sink my teeth into the skin of an orange child  blossoming from the furtive beginnings of youth,  hissing as ocherous juice…

My father, vivacious— a mouth full of leaves and amrut, splurting and gushing between the crooks in his teeth, a call to…

Featured Illustration: Rocío Montoya Mirrors bleed a blinding white, light fractured over fractured features. Wrapped across my body, I see white ribbon…

Featured Illustration: Shehzil Malik They call to us from under the Afghan Sun, their skin bright like amber kindled under flame, and…