“The shape of remembrance etched in the body's exertion, first leaf, then foliage. Even the cathedral with an empty backyard at night clad in gossamer light from the moon.” — Sneha Subramanian Kanta Copy Share Image
“The granularity of bones in a body. A forest with galaxies of moss.” — Sneha Subramanian Kanta Copy Share Image
“In this city of concave algae ponds, my mother begins to plant bonsais, nettle and leaf: silk against the skin.” — Sneha Subramanian Kanta Copy Share Image
“The shape of remembrance etched in the body's exertion, first leaf, then foliage. Even the cathedral with an empty backyard at night clad in… — Sneha Subramanian Kanta Copy Share Image
“The granularity of bones in a body. A forest with galaxies of moss.” — Sneha Subramanian Kanta Copy Share Image
“Tuka, even the sky bleeds vermillion to birth a new sun each day.” — Sneha Subramanian Kanta Copy Share Image
“Ghosts carry fragments of bone into a portion where the earth is scatheless & place them on the anther & filaments of roses.” — Sneha Subramanian Kanta Copy Share Image
