Anna Husain: The Other
I am the vendor on harlot streets I am the night on your tongue I am idiot vowels, striking out I am not what you imagine. I am soft and … Continue reading
October 22, 2014 · Leave a comment
Anna Husain: Equinox Descending
Come with me into the fading meadow where dry fronds of summer past beckon us to the beauty that is weary earth preparing for slumber, where seeds rest and … Continue reading
September 23, 2014 · 5 Comments
