Colombo, Poetry

VADDAI

Image courtesy Wikimedia Commons  I eat Point Pedro vaddai–urad dhal, chillies, curry leaves, fennel, salt– the packet forgotten until now among treats I bought from a fair in Colombo the last time…

Poetry

Free Elephants

Where elephants go to die were departments of Spanish literature in remote Plains and Midwestern colleges. according to Jose Donoso. For me, these pictures of an emaciated, starved, older female, broken, tired,…

Identity, Language, Poetry

My Uchipattam

My mother parts my hair in the middle, Places the Uchipattam at the center. It rests on my forehead. It feels cold. She tells me that I look like my grandmother; Not…

Poetry, Reconciliation

We, Displaced.

She marched through the streets in ’09, For a country thousands of miles away, For the people she had never met. She marched, and she stood side by side Thousands. Thousands, who,…