by Geeta Raj | Apr 21, 2008 | Creative Writing, Poetry
Reading Time: < 1 minute To my office I brought freshly-cut, happy-pink colored peonies today. Gigantic smiling broadly flowers. The size of my hand, stretched tip to tip. Abundantly in existence. You would always have peonies perched above your shoulder I dive...
by Geeta Raj | Apr 3, 2008 | Creative Writing, Poetry
Reading Time: 2 minutes I think I’ve figured out that you (blond, blue-eyes, sculpted lips) occupy a space of simplicity in me. that you are the opposite of the kind of the LRA kidnapping and torturing children, that now run to towns every night to sleep to avoid...
