Nature

The Little Visitors

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She sings by the fire
Earthen floor swept clean
And hard-packed from years of feet
She cracks the shells and separates the meat
Years of toil have separated the woman… Read more

I Am The Master

Image: Zombie by Ami Prasad

The satin box of hubris exploded
covering farmlands with grey ash
Truth danced outside insolent ears
suffering from selective hearing
Why arrogance has a steel … Read more

Wreaths of Confetti

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It could have been a piece of a kite
A propeller dislodged from a toy airplane
Or a frisbee – splintered by time
These piles of brightly colored festivity
That … Read more