When Som Mazumder approached me and asked me about my interest to host ‘Poet Speaks’ on KONECT E-ZINE, I was
Lata stared into the blank space. Her mind racing like a million shooting stars. Her heart sunken with grief, gratitude
They chopped and slivered every magnificent tree that their eyes fell upon. The insects danced and feasted around the shavings.
Molly folded in dried cranberries, candied cherries and orange peel with spiced Carribean rum prepping for the cake, a good
She looked in the mirror hard and touched her freshly sprouted hair. Nicholas and Karen thought they knew what love meant
She was a warrior. Not the kind that you imagine her to be – No chariots, breastplates, helmets, blazing guns