I tore those letters a
long time ago in sixty-four small
pieces. I want them back.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
Child talk
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Mehendi
We sat, all. Pretty, ready.
Our hand in theirs, flowers, designs;
the pungent smell of henna,
the green curves of genius-
strokes of beauty in a pasty finish.
Smooth dripped the cone
to form sensuous forms in split seconds;
Feminine, gentle;
Tedious, romantic.
We sat, all. Pretty, ready.
Today was the mehendi...
:)
Saturday, February 9, 2008
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