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© Anuradha Prasad 2018

Coal blocks hunkering
together thundering
soot black, molten orange
a dandelion dance
a long sigh of gray ash.

Breathe me as i breathe
you in entangled dreams
a quick wispy mermaid’s
tail flitting through abyss,
curious, seeking, luring
hunter, i am siren.

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the flare gun blazed fire into a bowl of charcoal chips.

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a mortar was filled with gold jewelry and set in the middle of the earthen bowl that sat on a bed of husk. little sparks flew up, descending in black specks of ash.

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the mortar was swirled in a bowl of water, making it sizzle with angry smoke. a sprinkle of husk calmed it. out of the violence emerged a nugget with veins of gray over a pale gold.

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‘unexpected journeys at nicobar’ ebbed with stories from iran, bhutan, india, and sri lanka

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it included a primer in phone photography with katya matrioshka and india through the lens of josefin sorstrand

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designs journeyed through tropical islands of the imagination

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green metal, sun warmed
paint chipping, stripping an old brown

legs around the pole
frock gathered up, ass barely covered

shimmying up to the rub of steel
a shot of tingle through the spine

bar horizontal, anatomy vertical
swinging, flying higher

a second in space, an astral frame
hardened callouses peel, palms on burn

slipping, steadying, swinging again

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Aitana Lopez’s Chiaroscuro Sufi Fusion

This looks to be the year of dance. I found the flamenco teacher I had been seeking for the last seven years next to me at a café. A cascade of curls, chin propped in her palm. As Aitana Lopez says, flamenco to her is the fire blazing in us, an expression of the self, at times joyful and at times fierce. A sacred offering of art made of love and served with pride.

I enjoy meditation in movement, coming into awareness in the curves, flows, and stretches of my body. Aitana led a Sufi whirling workshop which was all that and more. On the day of the pink moon, we came together in a circle to meditate, to ground, to connect to our self and with each other and the elements. And to whirl like the dervish.

Aitana whirled. In her white skirt edged with purple, a swirling flower.
A vortex of radiance and joy and love.

© Anuradha Prasad 2018

I am sorry
I love you
I am sorry
I don’t love you
I am sorry
I couldn’t be cordial after you misbehaved
I am sorry
For refusing to be bullied
I am sorry
It is always me misunderstanding things
I am sorry
How speaking about a problem makes me a problem
I am sorry
I enjoy my solitude and my own company
I am sorry
I have boundaries
I am sorry
I choose what to share and with whom
I am sorry
I am single and loving it
I am sorry
Wham bam is a no-thank-you-sir
I am sorry
Casual is not a relationship
I am sorry
I am happy
I am sorry
I am sexual
I am sorry
I forgive you
I am sorry
I refuse intimidation
I am sorry
My values and yours are different
I am sorry
I can create my own opportunities
I am sorry
For my anxiety attacks that you call a tantrum
I am sorry
I don’t need you
I am sorry
I have little patience for games
I am sorry
I can’t always put on a happy face
I am sorry
I want to do things better
I am sorry
I dislike people stealing my ideas
I am sorry
I called you out
I am sorry
I am too ill to work
I am sorry
I don’t believe in pretending everything is okay
I am sorry
I don’t socialize at the workplace
I am sorry
I moved on
I am sorry
I don’t need your permission
I am sorry
I find didactic conversations a yawning bore
I am sorry
I am naïve
I am sorry
You are a coward
I am sorry
I prefer dialogue
I am sorry
My idea of diversity doesn’t mean conformity
I am sorry
Who I am disconcerts you
I am sorry
I live life on my terms
I am sorry
I am saying this aloud
I am sorry
I voice my disagreements
I am sorry
I am no follower, I know my path
I am sorry
I don’t need your validation
I am sorry
I love cats and you don’t
I am sorry
I am not sorry at all
I am sorry
It can’t get sorrier than this.

© Anuradha Prasad 2018

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walking a trail through a coffee plantation at the break of dawn © Anuradha Prasad 2018

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My descriptors a parenthesis
of synonyms, a hill range
of weird and odd to strange,
a graph of outrage.

What if I were to tell you
there’s nothing strange?

I am just a girl
looking for love dashing
to the singsong shores
of strangeness, hoping
the next crash will bring
with it love, a sediment
at least cutting its ridges
on skin keeping me
lit and dancing.

A tango perhaps
for the flamenco that I am
is so strong, so woman.

Partner me, love.
Dance me. Kiss me. Fuck me.
Slashed strawberries
did you know
spill scarlet?

Reacquaint me
with the breath of us.

slow rising falling falling

Falling into us.

© Anuradha Prasad 2018