The smoky breath settles on the windows once again, a city loses itself; captive to the......

Said she in a feeble voice Etch my price on my arm Or on my back......

The first time it happens, you are barely twelve So much blood must mean either wound......

Migration, Exile…these are men’s words. Women have always been torn up like rice seedlings to be......

You made a Dystopia of our anthropocene —perhaps little had to be made— —for millenia made......

“A woman walks in the depths of darkness, carrying the pain of history, and with every......

“I can break coercion into three pieces, ‏swallow it down three times a day, ‏but I......

” Its multiple anchors drop but do not hold. She says her body tells her they’ll......

Sakhi, if only he had let me know Enlightenment is why Swami went It’s a thing......

a man stood in the mostwell understood stance.Waiting – maybe.for someone? on someone? right palm perchedon......