Hybrid: Creative Non Fiction & Poetry
32 pages
8.5” x 7” single signature with hand sewn binding
Published July 2026
Mandira Pattnaik’s White Hot Moon is a collection born of the sky and the stars. These pieces are full of birds and skylines, planets and clouds—all things of the air. But this is also a world where the moon must mourn her lost sister and women slip belladonna in their lovers’ tea to escape. At once hot and cool, dreamlike and grounded, Pattnaik excels at juxtapositions that surprise and satisfy. This is a collection that soars.
. . . they’ll be in bed and he’ll soon be snoring, and she will stand before the mirror, count her feathers for one more day, for she is hoping she’ll be gone when there are enough to carry her weight, her shoulders powerful enough to fly, picture a Xauxa, a land of milk and honey, ancient and plentiful, throw in some satiating rain pattering down, and into the wild of another night, she’ll sleep like a Mallard duck, one eye open and one leg loose, hanging by the bedside, ready to escape. From “Mid-Flight, Plummeting Albatross”
Mandira Pattnaik (she/her) is the author of collections "Anatomy of a Storm-Weathered Quaint Townspeople" (2022, Fahmidan Publishing, Poetry), "Girls Who Don't Cry" (2023, Alien Buddha Press, Flash Fiction) and "Where We Set Our Easel" (May 2023, Stanchion Publishing, Novella). Mandira is a Writer of Color. She edits for Iron Horse Literary Review and Vestal Review. More at mandirapattnaik.com
Hybrid: Creative Non Fiction & Poetry
32 pages
8.5” x 7” single signature with hand sewn binding
Published July 2026
Mandira Pattnaik’s White Hot Moon is a collection born of the sky and the stars. These pieces are full of birds and skylines, planets and clouds—all things of the air. But this is also a world where the moon must mourn her lost sister and women slip belladonna in their lovers’ tea to escape. At once hot and cool, dreamlike and grounded, Pattnaik excels at juxtapositions that surprise and satisfy. This is a collection that soars.
. . . they’ll be in bed and he’ll soon be snoring, and she will stand before the mirror, count her feathers for one more day, for she is hoping she’ll be gone when there are enough to carry her weight, her shoulders powerful enough to fly, picture a Xauxa, a land of milk and honey, ancient and plentiful, throw in some satiating rain pattering down, and into the wild of another night, she’ll sleep like a Mallard duck, one eye open and one leg loose, hanging by the bedside, ready to escape. From “Mid-Flight, Plummeting Albatross”
Mandira Pattnaik (she/her) is the author of collections "Anatomy of a Storm-Weathered Quaint Townspeople" (2022, Fahmidan Publishing, Poetry), "Girls Who Don't Cry" (2023, Alien Buddha Press, Flash Fiction) and "Where We Set Our Easel" (May 2023, Stanchion Publishing, Novella). Mandira is a Writer of Color. She edits for Iron Horse Literary Review and Vestal Review. More at mandirapattnaik.com