I. Today is Sunday and a plausible day in the calendar for me at the cafe. Recently I had a lot of angst about how I spend my time. Attempting to get back all of it from unfruitful works. Cash had never been my principle vexation. Except at a specific time of life, when I… Read More “Man in Cafe” by Rajkumar MN.
A temblor, a rock by which is drawn together by the little tree in arms of darkness May darkness; in the blue perch of the eve, to sleep in the burial of the star, A leaf falls pooled on its legs; ersatz silence in a mind with a hole… Read More te amo.
I’m from Hannah MontanaThe Best of Both WorldsFrom singing at the top of my lungsWith comb for a mic I’m from the old neighborhoodThe sweet childhood memoriesFrom after school gamesAnd childish shenanigans I’m from Barbie DollsAnd kitchen setFrom operating on fake patientsWith my doctor’s set I’m from Taylor Swift songsThe cliched lines of love and… Read More “Where I’m from” by Anannya Choudhury.
“This friendship will self-destruct when you open that box,” Katie says as she hands me a box and waits for a response. I wonder what this means, what is so important in this little box. Do I dare open it? I don’t want to lose her as a friend. We’ve been through a lot together:… Read More “The Box” by Kimberly Ray.
One could find the rare, rare amend, May it be the return of the archaic, But even I drag it out upon the turf. The reeds and their humid song (stray dreams) Upon the strides and twists, Prance the endoskeleton of the walnut tree, (Its leaves ambushing dry land) Just as the birds vacate from… Read More With This, That’s All.