Dear Readers,
Hope you're well.
I come bearing a basket full of fresh, new poems. One of them is all about mangoes -- and it is mango season in India, in Doha.
These poems, some that took more than a year to come to the shape they occupy in this journal while others less than a week, appear in the 'appetite' themed Issue 11 of a literary magazine I have admired for some time.
I'm chuffed to bits, of course.
Here's the link to the six poems: This Thin World and other poems
I'd love to read your comments/thoughts, of course.
Thank you.
Stay well. Keep hydrated. Enjoy the bounty of summer (if you're able to) and wear sunscreen.
Love.
Arti
Hari Om
ReplyDeleteWell, your words are fruitful! The mango poem was lush, and Silence spoke loudly... Your picture-making style never fails, Arti! YAM xx
Thank you Yamini. So glad these poems reached you. Hugs. xx
DeleteSo many unanswerable questions; and the heavy cost of silence. Ah, but mangoes eaten like an apple will soothe the soul and bring sun to any new day. Thank you, Arti, for your insightful poems.
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