On these days when I rarely feel like a manI break my body at every juncture–......

somewhere near the perineum, a mass of vessels breathe into a knot; you whisper that the......

when I am someone else’s;perhaps then, I’ve loved you the most. The bougainvillaeas have started speakingall......

We take birth in a world of horror where our own space is haunted by someone......

Dreams breach time. I dream of words dissolving in water. I see a lake. Beyond it,......

Three books and a pen mirror purpose on the table; woolly balls of dust fly about......

One Last Summer Again and again, I emerge from the fissured walls of my storeroom. Again......

Bombay Cafe: Reading Alone in the cafe I page through twenty pages of Elif Batuman’s The......

They tell me that you are what you eat,so,              I......