The house gets transparent, a flower sneaks in, and the sun rhymes with itself. As in this photo of my daughter’s artwork, overlaps occur as a matter of accident and curiosity in the poems I like most.
A. Anupama
The house gets transparent, a flower sneaks in, and the sun rhymes with itself. As in this photo of my daughter’s artwork, overlaps occur as a matter of accident and curiosity in the poems I like most.