They hand you a boxFour neat lines joined at supremely perfect right anglesYour body, rounded at the edges, […]
Apoorva
Saturday, January 10, 2015, I was to be in Paris for the day to meet poet and translator […]
Some English ghazal’s really know how to say it: In Amsterdam.
The past few weeks I have been toying with the idea of getting an e-reader. Many of the […]
Has the study of literature made me lose the ability to enjoy an ordinary film? Has it? […]
He destroys my tools And I let him keep his word Just words.
Hand – a ghazal The sound of tinkling laughter, words tossed like salad, pointing hands, In the middle […]
