Jul 26, 2021PoetryMy mother is one-fourth the woman she could be three-fourths the woman she had to bemy mother is decreasing she tiptoes barefoot about the house to not make a murmur of her existence my mother is contracting she nibbles...
Jul 3, 2021PoetryThe Great Indian Kitchen“this was the legacy of the great Indian kitchen, here, only stomachs were filled in the attempt to fill hearts“ I could smell the spices...