Maybe my boys are patient listeners. Or maybe they love me enough to listen to countless repetitions of the same old stories of the same old people and places and songs and books.
They do get frustrated at times. Mostly though, they give me a hug – quick or tight, as the occasion warrants – and let me ramble on. For better or for worse, they’ve had the onus of bringing up their mother, you see. She who so often disappears into those deep, dark, alone places full of shadows. Those abandoned houses of a fragmented childhood.
This is for them, my boys Appu and Adu. My poem that appears in RIC Journal.
a door groaned shut
and a lizard, startled
stopped in its tracks
the last anxious voice
at a distance
…and so on and so forth.
Read it in full here: https://ricjournal.com/2018/03/17/abandoned-mini-s-menon/
I’m thrilled to be featured in RIC Journal! Why? Because it is quirky, generous, and so Red in Corner.