Flat muscled and honey coloured. Sea secrets in his eyes. A silver raindrop in his ear.
The God of Small ThingsIt's sad that bad things have to happen in order for us to stop and look around.
Infinite Limits: A Conclusion to Small CirclesIf there was a temperature at which drama boiled, they were all sitting in hot water.
Ninety Degrees: A Precursor to Small CirclesEven the rain in its night singing, / the night rain in its forgetting, / is a kind of light.
Thirty-Seven Small Songs & Thirteen Silences