गीत गजल कविता

. In the steamer is the trout seasoned with slivers of ginger, two sprigs of green onion, and sesame oil. We shall eat it with rice for lunc...

. . When I lay my head in my mother's lap I think how day hides the stars, the way I lay hidden once, waiting inside my mother's sin...

. . The birds don't alter space. They reveal it. The sky never fills with any leftover flying. They leave nothing to trace. It is our ow...