Tag Archives: Leela Srinivasan

Hang Fire

Here is almost home: grouted             white tiles settling like a heartbeat while I wait for the doctors             to call me back. Picking at chipped nails and listing promises that probably             never mattered, but I can’t say for sure. Now I … Continue reading

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How Long We May Have Pause

And sometimes one goes to an art museum if only to feel like someone who goes to art museums. And they pause in front of the appropriate paintings but they catch up to themselves and end up by the pottery. … Continue reading

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A Brief Unpleasant History

Once at a museum in the city I saw a piece of concept art where the creator cut her tongue and then painted the wall with it, red smudges blooming, diluted by white plaster. The minutes glazed over like water … Continue reading

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Just to Be Clear

I’ll like the South until it’s time to leave. Fingers crossed it lines up okay, that I don’t hate it before my time is up and that I don’t stay enamored as I’m driving away. Do things ever work out … Continue reading

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