Let Napolo Return—and Return She Must William Khalipwina Mpina I I spit invisible flames. They do not see it. Here…
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 William Mpina
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…
Two Poems by Hana Jiang
A Well Billion years hiding deep Unstopped, unshaped, unformed Unceasingly, persistently infiltrated It flows underneath The cracks the blood…
Two Poems by Bharti Bansal
Animals in love It starts with a tiny realisation of adulthood that everything around us is a tapestry of failedefforts…
A Tale from the Cobblestoned Street — Hana Jiang
1. One early evening, a little greyish dog appeared in my sight. It sniffed along the path and stopped at…
‘Starman’ — Dejan Sklizović
STARMAN By Dejan Sklizović The enemy had been among us for a long time, but we could not trace him.…
Caravan Chef talks to poetically dynamic Cathleen Davies as they eat metaphor/irony-calcium rich strawberries from aloka magazine forest
Originally posted on PAN- WRITERS CARAVAN:
Cathleen Davies, your poetic- organically simplified verses are bitter-chocolate mousse to architects of political discord, you…
Two Poems by Jonathan Ukah
The Break-Out Boy I am a break-out boy, baby, With no mountain in my hair, No junks in my feet.…
When Rivers Say Goodbye — Review by Mbizo Chirasha
Kenyan Poet Cynthia Abdallah writes a poetic memoir When Rivers Say Goodbye, reviewed by Mbizo Chirasha This is a pre-publication…
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