A butterfly. A fire. A sacrifice. They arrive at different times. One vanishes before I ever......

i left    my voice         in the paddies                a gasp tucked            between the rootsof young rice my griefwore anklets              and stepped barefoot......

“In memory’s bejeweled chamber, a picture of first loveis a dusty, faded, weathered old pagethat the......

The word stray means to deviate—from the norm, from a path decided on, from limits imposed—for......

Tansy Troy in Conversation with Basudhara Roy...

In poetry, it is very important to release our own system before the many bodies working......

(for Shinjini) The chaos—the crush of bodies,like torn pages from a long, unread novel, piled up......