Glissade

It had been three months since the last time I heard Om Sagda’s screams. I marked those empty days on the calendar.

Had I become a roaming syringe deployed by the federal government to inject pregnancies?

We do not need an intense Courtroom drama to let me go.

  He brought an honesty to work deemed unskilled and menial. A self-respect that towered over the egos of overlords occupying fancy positions, in a hierarchy of thanklessness. He had to work. As a younger man, he preferred the solitary jobs that kept him away from the world for days and weeks. Sometimes it got …

I sit with the inconsolable soul of the dark— The voices of pleasure in the deep woods

the ocean waves whisper to my naked feet

ISSUES

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