A bird crosses the sky the way a sad feeling
walks through this poem.

By Purbasha Roy
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Essays

Even though you didn’t say “no” in what you’ve been told is the “right” way to say no, you were saying no.

Poetry

Is every english word I pull from my mouth a child screaming / over the soft chants of ma and nanni ma?

Essays

Even though you didn’t say “no” in what you’ve been told is the “right” way to say no, you were saying no.

Poetry

Is every english word I pull from my mouth a child screaming / over the soft chants of ma and nanni ma?