Joao-Roque Literary Journal

By Manohar Shetty

Issue no. 9

He’s gone native, into
Origami and embroidery,
Pottery from local clay, puppetry,
Kite making, wooden toys,

By Roanna Gonsalves

Issue no. 9

A sari’s drape is nothing like a suit;
A pin-striped jacket’s cut is far more slick;
When glass and bamboo ceilings need the boot,
They say a trouser’d likely do the trick.

By Brian Mendonca

Issue no. 9

Ebb tide on the Zuari
The barges furrow the seabed
The fishnets stark
In the morning sun
The waters, a muddy grey.

By Gouthami

Issue no. 9

Driving home
to a lonely bed,
longing, in every bone.
The radio spews out
songs of love and lust.

By Marinella Proença

Issue no. 8

What yanks him from a cozy bed
What harkens him before the red
Ball peeps: wakes up from sleep
To scatter light from antiquity

By Salil Chaturvedi

Issue no. 8

My first memory
is of standing
in the middle
of a narrow iron bridge,
legs akimbo

By Suneeta Peres da Costa

Issue no. 7

At the turn off to the temple, smoke rises in the hills. In the fields, two women, red and green dhotis, bend to pick the dry grasses for cattle feed.  The new paddy is yet to be sown ...