For a millennial parent of an eleven year old, watching Adolescence on Netflix seemed to be an urgent qualifying exercise, chided by the...

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It has been almost a week since I watched this film. And in that time, I let it settle into me — like rain into the soft earth —...

A sultry afternoon— when sweat pools beneath your arms, a slow, nauseous psychedelia. Light fractures off the tarred road, glistens like...

All the blacks got washed today. She soaked them—     in warm,     lukewarm           water— gently. They puffed. Slowly   they rose. At...

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I felt numb— like a carcass, limp and graceless, laid on a slab of ice. A taxidermist hovered— clinical, exact, scraping away the...

Tourist Family Tourist Family bravely enters the contentious terrain of illegal immigration— a subject that too often feels divisive and...

I waited— for Eternity , for Love , for that soft touch that grazes the blades of grass, like dew on a cold winter night— quiet, tender,...

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The morning news broke gently, like frost on glass: Ten people injured in downtown Boulder— raising their voices for Israeli hostages in...

Saturday it stopped raining after a spell of ten days. Bangalore had the shine back on its dust again. As the afternoon progressed into...

Clad in his crisp kurta with just a hint of pink— a pink stolen from the flamingoes I once saw gliding the altiplano laguna of Chile—...

when you are withering from the inside, who holds you? is it the polar easterlies, that beat down your body thread by thread— take your...

-continued from Dance of Love (An ode to 40 Rules of Love) As we danced, abluted away with love— Kimya watched. She stood still, wrapped...

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If I were rain and the light all just dimmed For a city that's parched in waiting I wish you were wind that sways my hips When I splash...