The prompt is inspired by Ilya Kaminsky's Poem 'We lived happily during the War' The women in my family are without a home by Pritha Jain the women in my family are disgraced artists weeping into the after-hours but never once repenting their crimes enough. a haloed moon drools and watches in waning silence as their vermillion digs a sharpened claw into the fault lines of their foreheads. curses rot at the peripheries of dadi's face as she spits them back at her husband durin

The androgynously gorgeous Lady Nicholson or as we know the sapphic baroness Vita Sackville-West had a fabulously dynamic identity transcending beyond her passionate and notorious liaisons, through the annals of the past. Vita’s larger-than-life personality declared assertively, in a letter to Virginia, read that she would rather fail gloriously but dingily succeed. Between the ages of fourteen and eighteen, she had composed almost five full-length novels—one in French, five