“The Scale of 1 to 10 (part 4)” – Nayana Nair

I have been collecting books on building sandcastles from the the remains of things humans leave behind. This is all I have ever read – how and where to find the stones called history, how to grind them so fine that they can forget themselves. In my hands they become another extra leg of theContinue reading ““The Scale of 1 to 10 (part 4)” – Nayana Nair”

“Conversation” – Nayana Nair

Last night as we talked in the dark, I saw you hold a fire in your hand as you sculpted the air into the memories of people that won’t leave your mind. Soon the room became nothing but a projection of what you see, and in these moving and fading screens of your painted conversationContinue reading ““Conversation” – Nayana Nair”

Knives of fingers

Knives of fingers, the gods Open with space every part Of my body. My heart Is hollow for blood, My sculpted throat turns air To voice, and dreams flare In the cave of my skull. -“The Hollow Bargain“, Michael Spence