Malini

A little girl grows up in a little village near Colombo She has a mother who does hard labor At a sweat shop that some American pop star owns. A woman, with a degree, stitching a tapestry, called a living. Three generations of women under one roof, in the backdrop Of a cruel war that…

Friend Ships

Friend, are we, in that strangest World where drifters are seasonal and many And drift is like a plague that makes You and I, strangers to our shoulders, Yet familiar in yesteryear So don’t kiss me like Judas did once Sneak up on me from behind And stab me like Brutus So that you and…