Pompadour

-has not updated in forever, but oops. maybe this will help me get back into writing ... slowly- . it does not rain in karachi, except when it does cupfuls ...

barfi - epitaph prologue: my family has winter bones, wears shawls like heroes' capes, plays cards at the dining table, does magic tricks with toothpicks, loves its daughters like it ...

summer's lease - i would often compare my poems to summer days, to leaky faucets and cold shower skies and humid beachtown maladies. my words, i said, were cold and ...

gestal?gestell? always somewhere in between somewhere in always between in always between somewhere always suncrushed, hold my hands to my ears, ears worn out in the sound of voices cascading ...

3.5 to 4.1~ 1026 words. [as usual, unformatted.] ‘That makes … sense.’ Rén paused. ‘Was it you, earlier today?’ he asked. ‘Earlier today?’ Mr Bhool raised an eyebrow. ‘Are you ...

3.5~ 1064 words. Smoke erupted from the fire dog’s mouth. Its jaw split open vertically when it reared its head back, chugging and puffing like a congested chimney. ‘Yeees,’ it ...

-day three- i am bent straw in glass half-full of thoughts swivelling in the wake of constant life in menopause, not stagnant but never seeming to decide which side of ...

Chapter 3.4~ 1049 words. It was 11:30 by the time Rén finished filling Yesim in on everything. There was silence as Yesim thought. Rén slumped in his chair, head thrown ...

scattered sleep-deprived thoughts that i cannot put into translation/cannot express well as it is. -day two- [he will not take my hand//when he needs it] it strikes me sometimes that ...

Chapter 3.3. LMS week VIII. 1177 words. noformat~ Yesim already knew about it by the time Rén had slogged his way back to the posthouse. He sat at the foot ...

[some memories, some stress relief, and too many emotions. a poetry project,] - day one - i am ten years old and morning is cold on my eyelids. i sit ...

Chapter 3.2. LMS week VII. 1055 words. unformatted. Huā nodded. She looked at Rén and signed. I was worried. I am glad to see you are all right. Please tell ...

LMS week VI. box 2 + chapter 3.1 [unformatted] 1074 words The Second Box - is an interruption filled with seashells and the scent of home - All days have ...

LMS week V. continuation~ [unformatted] 1218 words. 'Uh.' Rén shifted awkwardly. 'Terrabike Races?' 'Chang Mul, would you do the honours of explaining to our young guest what the Terrabike Races ...

LMS week IV. another fragment~ i need to stop making this a habit [unformatted] somewhere chapter 2.2, frolicking in wilderness. 1120 words. The Moon Emperor pushed the scroll towards Rén, ...