Poetry || Andante by Trivarna Hariharan
Silence. 1. We don’t talk to each from across the room. you call it a habit but I don’t think it’s that. 2. You had once insisted we did away with the barricades...
Silence. 1. We don’t talk to each from across the room. you call it a habit but I don’t think it’s that. 2. You had once insisted we did away with the barricades...
Folding Objects into some other Objects Maker folds a paper house. Lantern. Birds. Soft moon-glow door. And I, callow in origami, fold my mind into a crumple. A child may find a form there,...