Independent writing

  • It’s Always Been March

    U left my colors.And s was kicked out of romanticizing.I recall love songs from a timebefore 9/11 broke America’s heart.In that archive,remember to put mm before dd.Even…

  • Boiling Oranges

    You went under.The piece that did the remembering was anaesthetized. Like, I can tell that those three standing together on the red line are a familybecause they’re…

  • Tabula Rasa

    Come to me as orchids,purple and blue.Too good to be true.As children who haven’t lost limbs yet.And as adults who haven’t lost heart. This may be the…

  • Seven kisses & fairy lights

    Seven kisses & fairy lightsfor children afraid of the dark,who will never grow old enoughto run across the land,chasing shadows & asking strangersfor a way back to…

  • The care-less pandemic

    I don’t care what anyone says,he is not ruthless. He’s careless. Not ruthless.Careless, as in “not giving sufficient attention or thought to avoiding harm or errors.”This lack…

  • Methodology

    Sometimes I wonder,when I go back to my field site in rural Uttar Pradeshhow the hell am I supposed to tell the womentheir health rests in the…