WORDS: she asks herself and asks again. as her voice breaks like floral porcelains, she picks up the pieces. it
WORDS:at the dark red dusk, the monsoon flooded raining kerosene and paraffin trickles of oil lashed like lightning leaving imprint
WORDS: a shame is coming, lurking over the horizon. it hisses, coughs and laughs. wanting its presence known. brewing in
WORDS: Examine the flailing weeks fold itself like paper;as it cuts the days, tucks in the minutes and creases the
WORDS: vacuum darkens the mind. with the skin pleading against the light, there the sears of charcoal singe the barren
i. my word is a heron trying to swallow its fish but the bare bones spike against the bitter bills.
WORDS: at 3.am the news wades on the white Calla- lily porcheach held breath praysprobing for the serenity of the