A door creaks open, a serpent-breeze coils itself around her ankles. She has crossed her feet,......

My daughter has my eyes and I have inherited mine from my mom. My eyes are......

I don’t like red, the mushy insides of a watermelon, Palash, Modar, thread-work on a Gamusa......

Three decades later we still hold hands. My dermatitis infected fingers entwined in yours the gentle......

breathe heavy on my chest where storm clouds brew a concoction of sweat and lies– harder......

I. At first, a tiny redness on my thigh taped and shut underneath a giant bandage.......

If I whispered my secret in your ear, Would you believe it? Would you need to......

How do you kiss mouths where Words are festering deprivation? Because word upon word upon word......

There is smoke everywhere, dust pollutes the air – discrete columns of gaseous swirl, hang, hang-out......

I stand on the edge of the shore, looking at the sea wondering how far I......