"Blue suds hingesqueak"

1.
ring out of round again
solacing on a
light
hagasagan spring
my dark, my snow, my air

durable airspace
kamikaze guest

2.
gawkers curious
only about cars stilled
not the economically
yfallen



Sangati. --A collaborative Dalit novel.


"So are we doomed?"


The goat cried out in an inhuman voice.


Trouble in paradise.


The February Lynx.