Today wisps in the winter sky press in reminding me to keep the pale sun at my back delicately follow the outline of the mountains listen to the scalloped silence of the birds.
If I am mindful (they tell me) I can still gather the sapphire that always seeps through.
Boxes He has taken three weeks off to travel in Europe. She couldn’t afford the trip. He didn’t ask her to come, either. He sends her…
Dolphin We listen to the crow cawing. I and Jhunu. There are no other birds, only a crow on the branch of the berry tree. We…
From the Diary of an Old Man with Dementia The paucity of words doesn’t hurt me anymore. I have spent a lot of time in my grammar classes and With some half-muted friends in…
Sign Language Under the oriental sun the sightless man is driving again. He knows the way knows these roads by heart. He drives with care never reckless.…
History Cannon-foddered Histories are fodders for cows, they give-in to lot of chewing. I had a thing for the spice-route and my wife said it’s pretty kinky,…
