By Ritu Borah But I will pick up my eyes from the middle—or from where I left them— to see. Like a hydrant hot springtravelling deep indoors, something stirs and spills—to chill, to blend, to radiate. Little smokes outside,a wave rising from the shivering floor. Under their burn-belts, newly observant eyes—the sun, carrying its own … Continue reading Hurriyet
Academy of the Heart And Mind 