By Ritiksha Sharma Grudges My father’s book of spells was always one page short of discovery and miracles, for we caught it one day; scraping away its own skin; falling epidermis, sloughing and shedding, exhausted under the force of handwritten notes; poor thing was always heavier than the day before; that is even when we … Continue reading Grudges and Like I Knew You Would Disappear Today
Academy of the Heart And Mind 