SONATA by Trivarna Hariharan
SONATAby Trivarna Hariharan
LullabyListeningto our river’s old flow—I make peace with myself.
SonataWhat shall fillthe absence ofthe flowers thathave fallen fromour Kadamba?
ReflectionIn the stillnessof an autumn river—I meet a worlduntouched bythe mind.
FloweringBreath by breath—a peony opens...
WHISPERS by Makayla Minnich
WHISPERSby Makayla Minnich
Whispers
When I am still, I start to think,And thinking rarely serves me well.My mind recalls hurt feelings, fear,And empty threats on which to dwell.
A foreign voice spits, “no one cares,”A chilling laugh...