There is no poem like a gravestone,that tersely worded, lapidary tercet,the name, the numbers, and the R.I.P.that are the skeleton key to all biography.Some lie embedded, trapdoors in the grass,while others rear their monumentalcornices and angels, like cathedralswhere worms receive the body’s
Amit Majmudar
Amit Majmudar is the author of Black Avatar: and Other Essays and Twin A: A Memoir. He works as a diagnostic radiologist in Westerville, Ohio.
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Gaza Ghazal
What milk what honey you were promised gall in ZionKiss the weeping wall’s cheek love sows salt in Zion It’s the recurring dream of all &nb
