These days, I only date the dead. The thing about dead people is that they’re —not......

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......