I remember grief being heavy: I was carrying a dull, dead weight. It was enervating. I......

1. It is your thrust that shakes me; Your arrogant commandof our breath our fleshour luscious......

I am told my weight in bird carcasses,hollow-boned, as gilded deities. My mother wants me to......

“Dry-hearted as Peer GyntI pare away, no hero,merely a cook.”– Peeling Onions, Adrienne Rich I want......

Spring, 1972. Aathiyappan felt like ants were crawling all over his body. This feeling had persisted......

Lying low and mysterious like tombsOf bone, my knees invite glances of intrigued eyesWhen in a......

March comes with the ghosts of wintercollapsing on my bed, orphaned and fragrant as petals torn,......

Is this love? Is mossy green the right shade for Earth? Why doesn’t love last? Why......

I was 23 when I first heard a woman say, ‘I am hungry.’No woman I knew......

1. I can still taste lifeEarly morning, late evening, whenever in-between. Gold streams my morning door......