Artwork by S.H. Raza Prayers are beautiful until they have no god to go to by Khatija Khan in families like mine, the first thing they teach you is to pray to raise your palms and ask what you want to wear your heart on your sleeve and call upon god to make a contract with the sky and dive into the ground for sujood and knit your forehead into the prayer mat, the way a fisherman's wife knits his death into his sweater i remember how my grandmother taught me how to pray she sa

Girl Dancing In Front Of Her Teddy Bear. Paris, 1961 Your camera is the only true currency that goes to sleep uncorrupted by Srishti Saharia buying your first camera is like joining a religion— there is a hologram of vacancy in the milk broth of your native emptiness that needs to be replaced to guarantee that your body does not smother anxiety and then rot like grapes on the greasy godless vines so you erect an airbrushed shrine of faith and steal mangoes from their mugshots

Poems on Nose / Selection from public attempts on our NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Six prompt "An Ode to Nose" An Ode to the Nose by Meenu Maria...