December 2012
9. Those burns kept getting scratched by the prickly blanket on the bunk beds at the shelter. But she was always cold at the same time and kept shivering. Jahnavi had not stopped shivering since she had left the house in her red chiffon sari and the matching
leather handbag. The only thing she had taken with her was the navratan necklace. “Diamond, pearl, coral, cat’s eye, garnet, blue and yellow sapphires, ruby, and emerald—each of these nine stones are a blessing for you and will be lucky for you,” Ma had said.
poetry MITCHELL GRABOIS 86 86-year- old gymnast tumbles and twirls spins on the pommel horse Grey hair loosens from her bun She flies in a big dismount Her knees have never seen arthritis Her granddaughters are coming up scorpions in a jar stinging each other to death Everyone is in awe of everything
DIBYAJYOTI SARMA BIO DATA: PAGE 4 These are the tales from another life. We scaled the blue hills, to find the land of the rising sun, a band of sixty men to follow me and my grandfather’s sword; in the wilderness, we met the Savages, beautiful men, they did not know how to spin the yarn; for food we hunted wild boars and slept under the starry sky, huddling together; we were afraid of darkness. When the land under water found us
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