Haran Thirumeni
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The Top Of The Sacred Mountain
The religious season began with pilgrims rushing up the slant of the hill with necklaces of flowers and jingling bangles;…
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Un-Titled
To graze the moon with five-toed footsteps, and the blood rushing to animate the muscles as they function below the…
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Tombstone Of Human
I begin all my letters with the same phrase. And end them the same way too. Wishes, A thousand…
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Asphodel Meadows
The stretch of elastic under the constant pressure; pushed against both ends by steady fingers. Slow. Whining. I knew it…
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Paradoxical Beliefs
We talk, 1 hour on the intricacies of the olive oil making process, Tomorrow I’ll forget your name, isn’t…
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Beyond the Archway
Stemming glacial waters, just as old as catacomb earth, the matriarch of the Castonet mountain range tends to its dewy…
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Butterflies In The Dark
I wonder if it was worth it in the end. Working vendor, out on a stand. Lost to a crowd…
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Limited
A range is a limit. The number that the faceless faces outside the classroom window use to see if you’re…
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Accepted
Lewis’s face was covered with a smirk. His tie loosened, hat off his head, bouncing down the stage to claim…