I keep straddling between caffeinated words. My fingers are anaemic. I sleep. Evenings zoom into the hollowed darkness of grief. Strangers walk all over my dusty shroud. The lilies on the shelf look like […]
Voices inside the head. Blurred with time. Dreams come with a strange whirring sound, like a machine almost a machine that needed oiling. I do not remember sleeping with a bubble gum Something […]
Publisher : Sabiha Huq, Professor of English, Khulna University, Bangladesh
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