She has worn wintersworn silence, come Marchshe’s woken upin a language wet with noiseto bank on......

How rapturous, this dance of light on leavesThe wild storm in the shal forest makes my......

You flame of the forestI urge you to engulf againin a bhikshu rapture, fillingfulfilling my barren......

Nearly done, the tree nudgesa falling, its leaves unmooredlike wanton voices of ghoststheir flat shapes floating......

Aslam thinks as he slams Chandni against the wall, still kissing her. He curses. That was......

When you read a lot of poetry for a living as an editor, after a while......

I’ll still remember the big amber traffic light beaming on like a wristwatch...

Metamorphosis As the fingers caress new leaves sprout out of the eyes weeping...

Even hell is uncertain when I walk with you Sand under our feet...

After the university accepted my application for a research scholarship, my father introduced me to his......