I know this is the end. I am saying this to will the end to come over me. To forget you. To will myself to go back in time before I saw you. To have been looking the other way in that moment when you walked in. To be...
A few of us came into this world Ate, judged others, acquired indifference One of us said to me Who are you to say I love you When she ran into her grave And lay there unmoving I spread my bright autumn leaves Thick on...
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Black. Let me try this one, she said, “…can I do this by my own…?” Pushing him away A self-deprecating Twist on her lip, Still smiling, “I look …..y,” Nearly taking it off White...
This scintillating book by David Shulman is a godsend and a must-read. Godsend because at last folks outside of south India, scratch that, outside of Tamilnadu, now have a reliable source to parse that glorious...
When you walk in,
I take your things
And keep them on the
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