poem · Winter 2025
Instructions for Growing Something That Wants to Live
Planting Contents:
Fifteen ground brown seeds, visually dainty to see
Enough for a singular, certainly uncertain season.
Writing
My Collection.
Some of my writing I've shared. Nothing here is perfect; everything here is honest.
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poem · Fall 2025
Grandfather
His voice travels through the heavy, arid corridors
The old house raising its fading voice
తాతయ్య clears dust from his throat
“Remember గుడివాడ”
He rasps as I reminisce on our glory days of old
More coming as I finish them. If something here lands, I'd love to hear it — [email protected].