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The Halting Prayer
🍃 6 pm brrr. Our city looks like an Impressionist Painting of smog. Jita peers back through the tiniest opening of her door. We used to be good friends, now she lets none of us in. The last time we tried, the eyes were like glass. Her nephew’s family visits on occasion. Jita lost her Continue reading
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The 7Letter Password
Akhiya stares past me into an inner room full of her paintings. Some of her canvas is slashed, others she has painted over and over. She will not show me any more, she says. Her face is a closed door but I cannot leave. She pushes away my John 3:16, her eyes empty with indifference. Continue reading
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“Tauktae!”
Who names these cyclones? As “Tauktae” batters our west coast, showers and demi-gale rinse our flora, fauna & us all – roof/ roofless, and newspapers drying in the sun for the Ugh Virus; Two young girls in Bangalore City, got into PPEs and are helping families bury their dead in a local cemetery. Unsure if Continue reading
