I. At first, a tiny redness on my thigh taped and shut underneath a giant bandage.......

Bending over clouds We are dunked, face first Into the broken arteries of Kolkata: Dissected torso......

So many of them barefoot and merry striding through the unholy muck on the ghats at......

A convoy of military trucks is coming up the country lane. The caption says they are......

Early morning, my father went to the riversearching for shining stones in the water—memories of my......

Or does it? Seferis knew talking does no good. When a polar bear scornsa walruswants their minerals                         land                         childrenand......

After Amal Al Sahlawi Do not ask me to washmy skin of this dust, this gold,this......

When we remain the last speakersof the dialect of damp decades,who will listen to the cry......

The dark cloud in my hand wants no more than this land that flies past in......