Prose & Poetry

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

The Giant was aching with an unquenchable thirst,After many long days of the wretched, drought curse.So,

“But what was happiness but an extravagance, an impossible state to maintain, partly because it was

If only I could stop the marching hoursfrom severing our yoke,this dream would be circularand filled