Prose & Poetry

“This looks just like 209!” And with those words, my pretense to adult independence came crashing […]

I can be at a play pre-pandemic or a rock concert or reading a wise book

It is the crashing classical story,  Roaring rise and feathery fall  How knots and cash  Blur

Tom’s La Finca, Key West black and white Tom on a palm perch                         splayed out

Preamble: Could features of a bipolar disorder previously linked within psychiatry to prolific, creative writing, manifest

Tanvi sipped cardamom tea and said, “Can you believe it? Everyone knows you pound the chillies

my sweet, darling sisteryou matter as the moon breathes the soulof a woman; the oceanyour presenceallows

the day i fell out of my ego rich, verdant, radiant earth blanketed my collapse silence

I didn’t realise Arkady was drunk when Zina and I first arrived at Dog Beach. We