fin de siècle – by Surendriya Rao
Pressing knees to living earth, prostrating, you may see them: cicada shells, molted skins, amber brown and wisp-fragile as if the air shaped their angles, as clouds are sculpted in the wind.
Pressing knees to living earth, prostrating, you may see them: cicada shells, molted skins, amber brown and wisp-fragile as if the air shaped their angles, as clouds are sculpted in the wind.
Night breaks apart like pomegranate seeds in my palm. The juice is everywhere, but who can see things when they spill? There’s only the smell and the incense of the heart vomiting into the night. The night has been cut short, the dream severed. The dream like an octopus chewing the naked sense of being. […]
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The setting is the fictitious hill station of Anandur in the Palani Hills of Tamil Nadu, South India, the Christian cemetery of the congregation of Saint Andrews. Frederick Osbourne (1901-1923) I was young, brimming with enthusiasm for life, eager for adventure. When my uncle, the District Commissioner, invited me to come out to Madras for […]
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