Aparna Raj Mukhedkar
Houston, Texas
An embryonic incongruity.
I grow from something
to nothing. A dot, a flicker, now active cells churning, a macrobiotic mass bound,
in concert with the human body.
Pedagogic malfeasance committed with certain knowledge, then incinerated to a plume of dust and ashes fed to starving horses,
their majestic manes glowing with tiny sparkles of gold and silver.
A blood red sun blasts flares from arrows tipped with intense longing and desire, a pulsating shudder rocks where once a sacred space was
held.