“green carol” – Nayana Nair

it takes only a second forthe children singing carols on my porch in green mufflersto run around and burn the beach,burying their favorite flavor of ice creamin the sandcastle meant to be some sort of time capsule.when i was young i didn’t have such powers.like themi could neither summon the seasonsnor walk towards them.being theContinue reading ““green carol” – Nayana Nair”

“Golden Sand” – Nayana Nair

I was convinced that if I wrote a bit more my skin will turn into the golden sand that lines the beach that I write of, that I can finally dig into myself without bleeding, without anyone’s help, without anyone’s love, and find something of value in myself. – But when I reached that shoreContinue reading ““Golden Sand” – Nayana Nair”

“Glossy Paper” – Nayana Nair

I had too many magazines of glossy paper with pictures of places better than where I live. I always bought the one showing better lives. (what can I possible do or dream with knowing the worse ones) I would like to say that I remember each beach I saw, that I remember the colors IContinue reading ““Glossy Paper” – Nayana Nair”