Flvctvat nec mergitvr I surrender my body to an ancient art, skilled hands marking...

her fingers scribblehis name on the sandsilently letting the wavessweep away …as they did, his body...

Scars I let them be, as reminders of your futility, how you often hurl...

Muhammad oratesto blue does, in paradise—wings of gold birds clang. firebrick horses neigh—feathered girls chortle in......

For a few months after my head shave, I called myself Baldilocks, partly in jest, partly......

“Vanaja will be fifteen next August. All her friends have seen periods. She isn’t getting any.”......

This poem sees the woman and a book as a dual protagonist. Woman as the book,......

Sada didn’t recollect when he was born. Not that his birthday was something to be remembered.......

This poem sees the woman and a book as a dual protagonist....

The first time it happens, you are barely twelve So much blood must mean...