Facebook Twitter insta

•   A BIANNUAL LITERARY MAGAZINE BROUGHT TO YOU BY DESI WRITERS' LOUNGE   •

Volume 12


Dog Eat Dog - December 2013


Verse

Rhea Cinna

Written by
Rhea Cinna

Rhea Cinna is a writer, film enthusiast and doctor. She loves big cities, museums, film festivals, animals in most non-reptilian incarnations and believes there’s no place like a moated chateau. She is a contributor for The Missing Slate. Her work has also appeared in Stone Highway Review, Rufous City Review, Crack the Spine and other publications.

        
      
       
            
              

Read more by this writer
Read more from this section


Silk


papercut   SHARE THIS ARTICLE

She speaks a dialect carved by wind burning Saharean
shores, breaking grain-waves, ash-melting a smothering
song; dirt beneath her feet, stars clinking
around her ankles, she shows me trenches dug out by camels
bearing silk, her shadowed eyes lower in an obligated lisp,
a wistful shawl waves goodbye in creases
I hide between. I have not told her anything yet,
not of my or her self, of distance and symbols inked
on skin, parchment, letter-fulls of the same desert, wide
enough not to be crossed in a day, of a dust trail that
keeps meandering, never finding home.

 

 

 More in this Issue: « Previous Article       Next Article »




Desi Writers Lounge Back To Top