Author: Shivani

Short Stories in Magazines

Catching Iguanas

What people didn’t understand about me was that I returned only because I had no choice. They saluted me for coming back to the island, when my thoughts were with…

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Poems in Magazines

Day at the Mosque

The mosque at dusk was close to Forster’s,except, we did not have the moon,or the species of feet, soot-slabbed,curled like the dagger behind the glass casethat I alerted you to,…

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Short Stories

The Constellation of Buttons

The ants pause on their journey. They see twenty or so lying dead, flattened, disemboweled, juiceless. They have come far from the pink Tin Tower to this oblong bridge that…

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Short Stories

The Code

No one came to eat on Sundays. During the week the world was seated on the plastic chairs and the great pillar fans blew away the flies and the piles…

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Poetry

Anatomies

I’m alive to the anatomy of a starfish-weedtilting in the grass:I can’t say exactly how being alive works,how suddenly all of one’s cells collectto find a friend in the anatomies…

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