I was in love with a mythical creature for the longest time. I didn’t meet her by the sea; she wasn’t washed ashore by a…
The year after she left, my mother visited our house in San Diego only twice. The first time, she came with a U-haul truck and…
It was the day before Christmas in Calcutta. It was 1997, and the city, like its name, still retained much of its old world charm….
a leaf has come to the door
so bend the ear to whence we
reinvented ourselves through
curlicues of air,
Did you exist in God’s mind from the beginning?
Persisting as light that shined from the beginning?
Your initial lines still as unreadable,
Final lines just as your self,
How your words had gradually
Into your overwhelming sense of
Shame, sorrow, and fire.
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