“On My Own” – Nayana Nair

Once the shade of the shutters are rolled down,once I am left on my own,reason and explanation rush in,try to cling and climb up the cracks of my heart,and the folds of my brain,trying desperately to stop meto reach out, to find mein the fog of fear. But I am already far ahead,my hands reachContinue reading ““On My Own” – Nayana Nair”

Bitter Wind

“Forsythia“, Billy Collins I would rather not look around the next corner of the year to see how this will die, its light going out, its bare, arching branches waving like whips in the bitter wind. So I sit facing the past, letting my feet dangle over the wall, beating time against stone with myContinue reading “Bitter Wind”