The ghost that twists in the basement is a remnant of me. My fears have fed him over the years, giving shape to his collar bone adding flesh to his thighs. Every road that I have yearned to take and refused to venture on has given fodder to this ghost. A few years ago, I … Continue reading No room here
A coming of age poem.
It’s been fifteen years, you tell me. You had just come back from college, and had to rush to the hospital. It was close to the end of the visiting hours. And then you saw your father, that independent man you had always known to be, You saw him leaning on your brother’s arm, struggling … Continue reading Picking up the pieces