When I was young I believed I would keep the same friends forever. My very first friend was a boy named Charlie. Charlie lived across the street in one of the better kept track houses that we all owned. Charlie’s family had dichondra while most of us had crabgrass. Dichondra is fancy one leaf round [...]

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Her hair was real black, an unnatural shade that Clairol advertised, with a fringe like Nico. She stood about 5’6, in her bare feet, but she looked taller. And she had swollen hips, but they were appealing. She was my friend. We fought tooth and nail, like Veronica and Betty or Joan Crawford and Bette [...]

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She walks into the banquet room of the Château de Versailles feeling out of place Such a refined lady with skin as soft as a doe’s coat Pearls that dangle above her swan-like neck Eyes so tranquil, flutter like butterflies in a garden A woman who floats from room to room unaware of everyone’s presence [...]

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I Īshwar was born from the heart of Sarasvatī-Devī As a white-skinned boy smiling so sweetly His power lay in the strings of his mother’s vīṇā plucked for her amusement Nāga flowers cover the surface of the shiny jackwood kudam Sniff along the dandi etched with the sacred words for Gāyatrī-Devī It is the scent [...]

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