Excerpts from Broomrider’s book of the dead by Mukta Sambrani A book in no genre based on found fragments from the notebooks of Anna Albuquar a.k.a. Anna Plum The First...
The Garden Of Life
Every wayside blossom has a beauty all its own, If only the restless traveller would bear to wait and watch - The dainty daisy, the pretty pansy, The stately sunflower,...
Mastication
Crane your neck to an eerie eyeful of a stranger pursuing a tree of mangoes and your nightmare is alive; worse still the deadlier of the sinful and with farther...
Our Kamla Bai
Our Kamla Bai, With a pierced nose and a bun Both held up higha A rose clipped in her hair Behind her ear, Shouts, “I have come!” In a thin,...
Take Your Time
“Whats on your mind?” she asked him in almost a whisper. “Nothing.” came the blunt reply, but only after a pause. “You know you can tell me anything.” she said...
True Beauty
Have you seen the light of hope, In the eyes of the blind? Have you seen the smile of contentment, Upon the lips of poverty? Have you felt the tenderness...
Wild Quest
If it were not for the incessant hooting of an owl would this night survive the shivers in its bark? The narrow song that breaks a branch leans closer to...
