By: Angelo McCabe She moves through space like a gentle sound and wherever she goes she glows. And the center of the world, and of Creation is wherever she is, wherever she is drawn wherever she stops to pause and rest…

By: Kousik Adhikari You have made me a history Cautiously hiding the scriptures That may cause you write again Of those lips or hands That denies my story of existence, Slow not to find that we shall speak again Of…