Anaka Purohit – Page 3 – Concrete Faeries

Anaka Purohit2023-10-02T08:19:37+00:00POETRY|

The sink filled.Droplets slowly releasing from the faucet’s molding mouth, minute by minute,creating ripples that spread and graze the very [...]

Anaka Purohit2023-10-02T08:19:44+00:00POETRY|

ⅰ.My mouth carries the aftertaste of powdery ashes. of clowns of memory after blowing (or more accurately, heaving) a light [...]

Anaka Purohit2023-10-02T08:32:55+00:00BOOK REVIEWS|

by Gay Talese “Sinatra with a cold is Picasso without paint, Ferrari without fuel—only worse. For the common cold [...]

Anaka Purohit2023-10-02T07:20:07+00:00FICTION|

Denis was a Parisian who liked to clutch cigarettes, twirling them in his fingers. He adorned his breast pocket with [...]

Anaka Purohit2023-10-02T08:19:50+00:00POETRY|

ⅰ.Prelapsarian billy goats on blue hills, blissfully unaware of the softened muscle in their middles chewing the dried weeds like [...]

Anaka Purohit2023-10-02T07:14:09+00:00FICTION|

We used to lie on top of the machines at laundromats flat on our backs and listen to the [...]

Anaka Purohit2023-09-19T13:01:49+00:00FICTION|

On the eve of her departure from the states she called me from her apartment’s telephone. Megha told me, her [...]

Anaka Purohit2023-09-19T12:52:11+00:00POETRY|

the oil stains, splattered across the awnings of bakeries, remnants of the now-gone air conditioners-- childrens’ bicycles shoved behind [...]

Anaka Purohit2023-09-21T10:58:09+00:00Featured, POETRY|

the oil stains, splattered across the awnings of bakeries, remnants of the now-gone air conditioners-- childrens’ bicycles shoved behind [...]

Anaka Purohit2023-10-02T08:20:12+00:00Featured, POETRY|

Lying on the rug, And watching the spiral rain Come down once again. Sweet apples, I crave. Chasing remnants [...]