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the aftermath

the aftermath

We begin to believe in the collapseof trees / sky folded like a hand,an hourglass wasting sand. Can we contain the catastrophe?The park is in…

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Bangles

The Sukshma Series

The Sukshma Series is a first-hand account of an educated woman of post-colonial India reflecting on how the social and political set-up of the country defined the status of an Indian woman.

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After the Diagnosis: First Days in Greece

After the Diagnosis: First Days in Greece

Thin sheaths of ashborn of forest firefallaround merest in my hairstick to  sweaty skinRubbing eyesclouds my visionRubbing armsturns my skin greyLayer upon layerash fallsI stand pierced by…

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Another Life

Another Life

In another life, I was paintedOut of the picture, By the Table, Scummed up with oil layered likePremature common lilac leaves Peering down. I am sat next…

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De-parted

De-parted

Train travel was slowly dying out like the art of writing letters. I didn’t care for such statements made by various people I knew. I…

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Excuse Me, Sir, May We Invade Your Home?

Excuse Me, Sir, May We Invade Your Home?

For Roald DahlIn heaven, or wherever he may have gone Laszlo Oxbreast bound old and rare books. His work required the utmost caution and particularity,…

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Seen Anew

Seen Anew

The restoration of sight is nothing short of miraculous. The most treasured of our senses, sight helped the first humans differentiate safe from unsafe food,…

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Postpartum

Postpartum

After an excruciating week of meetings in New York City, my husband was to arrive back home via bus. Noon sharp, he’d told me. He…

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Rejection

Rejection

The letter comes from a far countryon an early April evening, when the moon is fulland stars run quietly. The good earth, bored with the fecund promise…

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Violation

Violation

She’d been worried about her daughter all day. The little girl’s temperature had risen to 38° and she’d called the doctor. Now the child was…

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Topiarius

Topiarius

A man in Derbyshire,grows trees into chairs.Oak & willow are tiedto forms, pruned to complyto templates that determinetheir utility & usagelike children bound bytheir parent’s…

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Trial & Error

Trial & Error

Sometimes late at nightwhen they’re done their roundsand I’m sure no one is listening,I speak to Sylvia Plath: You’ve died before I had time—we’re much…

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I Want to Be Myself

I Want to Be Myself

Today a man, a woman, and a child much younger than me asked me who I wanted to be I responded with – Is that…

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A Shadow is a Gentle Lover

A Shadow is a Gentle Lover

The shadow is the ice melting down ravines of drowned hipbones, beadings strung in the sunlight.  It rubs its head between two stones, peeling back…

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You in the Dark

You in the Dark

After school, you play with Mindy. She lives two houses away and has a big brother. He’s tall and lanky and if you knew the…

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