“Self-Portrait as Sparrows and Blood” by Mia Ayumi Malhotra
For the price of a tooth, you can buy two from the boy with no legs. One to keep, the Continue reading
For the price of a tooth, you can buy two from the boy with no legs. One to keep, the Continue reading
The day it rained blackbirds, the sun creased its stomach into a raisin and found its way into your esophagus. Continue reading
To you, with the voice like branches, crisp throat and bird-tongued: isolation took you nowhere except sprouted limbs in the Continue reading
Your first battle cry was surrender, a realization that peeled skin from sun and shriveled the earth like rotting figs. Continue reading
We are two feet deep in November and I am waiting for my breath to arrange flowering tresses out of Continue reading
“Sometimes the darkest nights give rise to the brightest mornings.”
hey (I miss you. It’s been too long since I’ve last heard from you and I know this sounds a Continue reading
This is us. Heads half full of wildflowers and misery. Dreamers who were born with pens clutched between ink-stained lips Continue reading