A poem
in the clogged wash tap root to the base of its shoot like an upward growing yew little breadcrumbs at my feet those kids leave...
A poem
Family and Toothpaste.
A poem.
A little bit of SRK.
Fear and trembling, Kierkegaard.
Death among other things.
A drab story.
Diary entry of a 20 year old.
I wrote something deep, or I imagine I did.
Three propositions and conclusion.
Hindutva and Derek Walcott
A COMIC AND A TOUR GUIDE
Franz Kafka. TFU!
Istanbul.
On First Love.
Death of Marat. A study.
Baldwin is Baldwin as Baldwin is
THE BETTER LINGUIST
A thin layer of covering.
My Dilemma for D