Learning to Dance
The guard rail parted in slow motion, cracked the windshield, and was gone. Betrayed, betrayed, and
Voices and Representation of Northeast India Through Comics
In the realm of literature, comic books and graphic novels have often been relegated to the
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Beneath The Skin
back down the road re-trodden meeting that phantom thinly transparent stripped of substance bone with sinews
I See My Mother’s Hands
How lovely, to look at my 8-year-old daughter’s hands, at her long, slender fingers and half-painted
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In Honor of Eli
The overcast skies teased me and I wondered when it would finally rain. Even with the
Teach Me About Brazil
Teach me vowels as airy and lengthy as flute concertos, I asked my Brazilian Portuguese teacher.
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The Duality of it all
There’s nothing wrong with being a delicate flower. To be beautiful and fragile. Like an Orchid,
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