The Family Heirloom
“Why words, when they’re so slippery?” Whisperings find me standing At the bridge — Squinting through light and darkness To see what’s left to hold as tra...
The main focus of this blog is poetry. I share some of my poems, drafts or excerpts. More often that not, I rewrite or edit to publish them somewhere else.
“Why words, when they’re so slippery?” Whisperings find me standing At the bridge — Squinting through light and darkness To see what’s left to hold as tra...
I thought of war and peace not the one of Tolstoy but self-limiting beliefs shying away from light, when already a black dot swimming in a white sea. To what le...