when buried beneath a snowstormyou lose sense of every directionexcept desperation. in darkness sometimestrying to dig......

They are categorisingwhat has fallenfrom the house.Plastic is a conglomerateof colours. Metal shards of suns.Of wood......

The heart still longs to reach distant landsTo reminisce about momentsIn sepia-tinted photographs –Dappled in sunlight.To......

Each arrest      may feellike a death knell,every baton wielded—the devil’s pitchfork, I put down the paper,look out,......

I am standing in a country I know like my skin.The rain is falling slim and......

Underappreciated by those to whomall herbs, plants, roots and tubers are medicinal,Aloo doesn’t get along with......

The world is split. Blocks and brackets. Sects and silos. Each with a checklist of do’s-and-don’ts.......

“the eye must hear before it sees”–Jean-Luc GoddardThe ruckus of crutcheson the gravel pathleading into school,the......

Every curbof every sidewalk caused me to trip–a turtle flippedin the kingdom of the coyote–until I......

(for S) Cyst – a wordwe weld with something likehunger. Schist – the texture ofPangaea chapattis,......