At day-break, I saw a man re-assemble an old Yezdi. I drew the curtains, opened a window, rubbed the bars free from a week's dust & tasted the night congealed in my mouth. The landlady knocks on the door, Alice is already in the shower & mother calls to remind me to bring her home at Christmas. This is familiar: Alice walks-in, wrapped up in a daisy print … [Read more...]
Don is from where the clouds live. He wiled away his younger years sleeping on the grassy fields of Patkai, Nagaland. In Shillong, his English teacher ignited a love for poetry. Naturally, he was going to grow up and become a lawyer. Currently, he is busy figuring a way to let poetry pay the bills (of the mind and the heart).