Writing

I Work For Free

I don’t know what winters you’ve endured I don’t know why you don’t find the little things funny I don’t know why it all made sense to you I joked about “cracking” a woman like her Thought maybe if I showed her enough light she’d start to thaw Yet people have suns of their own, … Continue reading

Permanent
India

Permanent

When a needle drags upon our skin and bleeds ink, it’s a tattoo. When I showed up at the Mumbai airport, there was some sort of eye contact and mutual understanding I made with the promise of what was ahead. There still isn’t a name for this, some call it brave. Some call it incredible, … Continue reading