As we locked our lips on the slippery steps beneath the shrine of goddess Guhyeshwari, I saw the mother of dawn in her eyes and in her lips were democracy and peace. Bhuwan Thapaliyaworks as an economist, and is the...
His name I remember well not just a name, a life, a being living and breathing gentleness and kindness forgiveness and mercy he the closest to Christ-like I have ever seen never before nor after have been it is funny...
Everyday is the same Nothing out of routine I do everything like a normal person, but I can’t help feeling like someone’s watching me All The Time That feeling hits me hard when I’m on the job Doing what any...
[tabs tab1=”Poem” tab2=”Poem Bio”] Open your arms. And drench in the oozing gloss of this cesspool Technicolor. Permeate us and watch it flow as we absorb the rich, thick, buttery, sultry sound that mixes its oils within us and amalgamates...
