The Vale of Soul-Making
My body wants for the first love, administered
only in increments I am capable of, or I can conjure.
— Catherine Pond, from “Mithridatism,” Memorious 24, June 2015.
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After a five year long stint as a Principal Correspondent at The Indian Express, Manasi Phadke embarks on a new journey with Hindustan Times as a Special Correspondent. 132 more words
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It is difficult to speak of the night.
It is the other time. Not
an absence of day.
But where there are no flowers
to turn away into. 25 more words
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No crying, calling out, complaining,
This all will pass, like the green of gold,
Like the white smoke of apple blooms,
And I won’t be as young as I used to. 128 more words
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The last taste on your tongue before
it turns toward me. Mountains fold,
seas surrender, cities cease
and I, alone, remain. When the stars
at last flare out, I cling to the dark. 21 more words
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our tongues in barbed wire.
Every bone crumbling inside us
recasts itself in fire.
— Tory Adkisson, from “Memento Mori,” The Paris-American: Poetry 105
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