For the first time, her heart felt warm. She needed something wondrous, something refreshing—like crisp water swirling on a sweltering tongue, or a steaming mug of ginger tea naked. Or a friend who thought so differently from what she had encountered, that it was magnificent rather than familiar. Or a place that was nothing like [...]
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Moonlight Whispers
By Cai Manoogian I sometimes feel as if my brother and I are twins. Even though he is older, we share personalities, dream the same dreams, finish each other’s sentences, have identical handwriting, feel our sorrows from miles away, wake up during the same sunny or gray midday hours—and that is just the beginning. Recently [...]
An Evening of Dance
On Saturday, September 25, I participated in a meditative, therapeutic, free style dance, led by Jeff Bernhardt. It was a two parter. I arrived a few minutes late for the first half. As I entered, those who were there had already begun— some swirling in circles, others embracing the wooden ground, or encircling the room [...]
Letter from a Friend
This here is a beautiful letter written to me. It is brazen, from my best friend who lives far away from this place. Our friendship has lasted a solid six and half years. When we reunite over the sweltering summers or during white winter breaks, it is as if not even a moment has passed. [...]
White Sand
BY CAI MANOOGIAN We aren’t in Puerto Rico anymore. And we have already ventured out of Florida. Mukunda and I spent barely two months there in Gurukula (a Hindu school), until now—it is summer time. We have taken a Ferry to The Dominican Republic, where we are meeting my father’s side of the family in [...]
Farming
Her lips burnt a small black singed circle ’round his chest, where his heart was. She pulled away from the kissed place, watching the blood of each beat secrete out of the crisped ring. Swollen red and pink, it was beautiful (and hers). She smiled- tracing it, listening to the gasp her graze pulled out [...]
Light your match
Adagio thumping numbs my sense(s) Skin parched and voice cold Etched sheets of crumpled pavements With a hammer and a chisel Crack me down, until I am bare Raw, undone, boundless This rigid rime makes me shiver— Goosebumps and adapted chills Where’s the warmth? For I long for your fervor to smolder my finger tips [...]
