Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
Or perhaps I want him so badly to be a wave, receding. But Dear Reader—he is not and I should not. My castles are built from seafoam mortar and all these grains of tiny glass. Children laugh in the distance and he is storming like a monster growing scales. How he stops and breathes fire. The way he towers above, tail swinging, making noises I cannot understand but so deeply want to, like singing.
He does not sing, he tramples.
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