Author: Commonwealth Writers

It was not surprising that the residents of 58th Street did not notice Miss Alice’s unusual condition right away; she…

Singh sat on the bench on Platform Three at Amritsar Junction. Nine years of waiting had carved his outline into…

This piece includes references to suicide that some readers may find distressing. We had spent a long time getting ready…

১. মফিজের প্রথমবারের মতো কেন্দুয়ার সড়ক ধরে ছুটে যাওয়ার ঘটনাটি গ্রামের কোনো বাসিন্দার চোখে পড়ে না। এই চোখে না পড়ার…

Translated to English by Arunava Sinha and Shabnam Nadiya 1. The first time Mafiz ran along Kendua’s main road, it didn’t catch the eye…

An acceptance speech in verse upon appointment as inaugural Commonwealth Poet Laureate Delivered at Commonwealth Foundation, Marlborough House, June 12,…

Long before there was AI, there was AI: Ancestral Intelligence.   Rhythm, repetition, the sacred three, patterns grandmothers taught us …

This poem was written in conjunction with the Commonwealth Foundation's call for participation to respond with a creative ‘thread’ to…

I gaze at the sandstone dancer, impaled for all time. She is nameless, and in this vacant gallery, I might as…

This piece includes graphic depictions of sexual violence that some readers may find distressing.

I want to imagine a bullock cart wending its way in early morning’s light, rolling along a dusty country road…

‘This is My Home. I want to live here and be buried here’ was my aunt’s repeated wish every time…