Posts by Natasha

November 9, 2022 | Poetry

3 Poems

Natasha

I ask him if the smoke was from the engine fires
or the buildings collapsing — or both
of course it was both 
We pass Emily Ratajkowski and I try to run back to get a look at her face

December 3, 2021 | Fiction

Daughter of Ants

Natasha Ayaz

His voice, crisp like apple vodka, poured into the September air.

July 29, 2021 | Poetry

Steady State Phenomenon in Muharraq Before

Natasha Burge

Steady State Phenomenon in Muharraq Before

This is the invention of a spectacle. The verge of fungible wealth, dirigibles
of electricity. A thunder of dust and rickshaw sermons in Muharraq

August 5, 2015 | Poetry

It Was The Summer They Let The Opossum Into Your Bed

Natasha Kochicheril Moni

The summer you learned who was dealing what. You were applying to programs, your pointillism, neat in ink, when a wind disappeared your drawing.