The Unspoken Dangers of Being Good

I was made aware at a very young age of the dangers that befell young children who ventured past their neighborhood. There were stories of monsters that dragged children by their heels to lands where they are forever tortured. They come in hordes, my grandmother used to say, clad in saffron, pretending to be monks, […]

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Weatherman

There is a certain subtlety to the wind, the way in which it seems to evade everything, and if when hindered, how it bends and forks to resume a path to nowhere. Such innocence often bequests questions, but none for the quiet wind. There is not an inquisition into its past, on what it had […]

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