Earthquake by Lavinia Kumar
What is the distance between grabbing bags of rice from a moving aid truck, and lying dead dust-covered on a stretcher, later to be dumped by a shovel-truck into a dusty hole with thousands, those […]
Poetry
Where is my tribe?
Taken out by a wave of sarcasm as she mocked the pending flare The glass caved in and melted walls she never knew were there If only shed have jumped up then and ran to […]
LIVING SMALL by Lavinia Kumar
Om intoned the yogi seriously sitting cross-legged on the floor Om, said I, gazing ahead at the spider on the wall slowly weaving its web to perfection and – a flash – a fly was […]
Pressing Flowers
I want to write a book of poems about each of my friends: the fierce blonde, the silver-streaked twins, a puff of poison sweet as sugar, an amber-eyed song lodged in my throat, Billy […]