That evening, a blade sliced through string, through skin, red on red on red. Kutta, the man in khaki says. It is only later I realize it is me he is calling dog. Dog. Dog.

Using a Fulbright fellowship, Tarfia decided to come to Bangladesh to research the war and interview the women whom the Bangladesh government, in 1972, titled Birangona (war heroines). These interviews resulted in 'Seam' (Southern Illinois University Press, 2014).

my eyes can barely take the weight of sleep/ now/ now that you are wording sentences on wars

How can you talk about peace without taking into account war? Both are subjects not only of Tolstoy’s great novel but also of the two founding epic poems of Greek as well as Indian literature.

The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 1 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Begin

To be human is to be a poet. And I will tell you why.

Great Man, now that you are dead, allow me to squeeze your hand. The sage bushes in Umbria are heavy with bees, so I’m killing them with hypnosis.

On the third day of the event, two documentaries were showcased. The first featured the infamous Belonia Battle, and Pakistan’s first and only surrender to the freedom fighters. It emphasised how the battle is closely intertwined with Bangladesh’s military history and has a special significance in the turn of events that led to our independence. 

"The first book I had published comprised a short story. My second book of short stories came out 14 years after that", the writer said.

Soundless on my flaking wall, you/ rest like a sniper in frigid fear,

You do not read Plath,/ Nor Milton./ Or Wordsworth./ Or Shakespeare. What do you read?/ Newspapers, current affairs,/ How to be great when you're good.

Poet and researcher Emran Mahfuz's untitled poetry book Mukhoshpora Pathshala has been released in this year’s Amar Ekushey Book Fair.

Language trickles down the routes that blood took through Time. They say it’s a linear path, and yet I, a reluctant servant to the wiles of Time, find myself laid out in loops and slopes.

Come, if you may, with swords or guns. Remember, I won’t cry and run; I will rise from the depths of the land.

There's something more to it that trammeled his existence, and he wanted to escape the suffocation.

A face may launch a thousand ships but the very woman with the face has a passive presence in literature.

I was nine years of age the first time I set eyes on a Dhaka street. I received my first welcome from a group of beggars tapping on my car window.

Abdus Selim’s translation and compilation is a time machine for all of us living in the new age, where poems have become much neutered.

The prestigious Kali O Kalam Torun Kabi O Lekhak Puroshkar 2022 was conferred on January 28 at an award ceremony at Bengal Shilpalay in Dhanmondi, Dhaka.

Break me into numbers and spirals, and blood and flesh make me all that I don't wish to be.