Another Day Has Passed The smoky breath settles on the windowsonce again, a city loses itself;captive......

Temsula Ao was a friend, a warm human being blessed with a great sense of humour......

The smell of phenol floats in the morning fog At the entrance, I slip my feet...

We say thank youTo the lovers that came with exit plansThis cruelty is also a kindness......

WHY TELL STORIES? The seeds for this translation project were sown from chance epiphanies that jolted......

Abstract Indian poetry in English has made rapid strides from the twentieth century to the twenty-first......

Several weeks before I was to enter holy matrimony my grandmother, Ammi and her hand maidens......

Birds on the Edge of a City We went to watch birds...

Long ago the platesof our planet moved apart.The Tethys sea drownedleaving behind its light stillrippling on......

The river, a rushing beast running rugged through foliage scraggly and thick....