Air Supply, Love Supply

The day after Amma left. Sometime past midnight. Knowing that in the morning we are to carry her away. Did I write this then, or a few days after, I can’t say. It seemed a whole world kept washing away in my...

“So, have you called that someone yet?” You asked, dressing me down Hiding your laughter Amma, this is for you I listen to this song, Remembering your laughter Remembering how your body shook As you stood...

And so we Just walked in In red white and green Half-naked and bare feet I keep looking over Feeling her smile, Yielding my shoulder For her unseen hand To brush away An unseen speckle Someone said “I know you...