Author Archives: Madhu

The Black Art Comments Off

A woman who writes feels too much,
those trances and portents!

The Landscape Comments Off

I dreamt of loving. The dream remains, but love
is no longer those lilacs and roses whose breath
filled the broad woods, where the sail of a flame
lay at the end of each arrow-straight path.

The Paleontologist’s Blind Date Comments Off

You have such lovely bones, he says,
holding my face in his hands

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