She Had Some Sisters
after Joy Harjo Dedicated to Kashmiri Pandits who faced massacre and exodus from their homeland in 1990. She had some […]
after Joy Harjo Dedicated to Kashmiri Pandits who faced massacre and exodus from their homeland in 1990. She had some […]
for Monika Ghurde It can be dangerous to accuse men of stealing your umbrellas is what I’ve learnt. This is
Look now, the hostel is alive, March heat flushing regiments of ants single file, hushed, from dark crevices, over scarred
planting seeds— a departing squirrel stiffens tombstones— a cardinal circles overhead catharsis— every day I miss
Over the end of fall the children were singing— of earth frozen to ice with albino rages, rhapsodic storms and
I learnt my hymns with my alphabets, I learnt that gods are supposed to save me. My grandmother told me