The daily Roznama and 3 other poems
Memory's violent explosions haunt a terrified heart, fiercely asserting decolonial agency. Unspoken…
Read more →Sadness manifests as blinking lights, broken roads, and silent, unmoving, desolate, grey stone effigies.
Sad
like blinking traffic lights
at dusk staring at a November crossing
like the dotted grin of the road
stolen stones lined up along its jaw
like a hasty U turn by a barricade
manned by stone effigies
like half-closed shop shutters
peering at sly hawkers
like speeding sirens
near carcasses of apple trucks
like official front page condolences
on the demise of local op-eds