Persian Rugs

Victorian, the archaic caste consciousness or lint flying from carpeted floors
Of Persian rugs: only the finest.
With 7 pm ethnocentric gatherings where fragile foam cups and frothy cream
serve as bitter reminders of chai filling my throat,
my lungs, until I can no longer hear over
the bubbling inside my insides.
Kipling would have scoffed at my homage–
a diorama of [...]

Brief Respite

The other day I was thinking about how much I love words.
Wait — pause. I was talking to Malcolm last night and he said something (well, a couple of somethings) that rang pretty true. First, he said that I “feel a lot.” This is incredibly perceptive. I’m a person of much feeling. I feel sad, [...]