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The Names of Spices
“it’s garam masala, you say// garam masala from the bazaar/ behind your home, in the Old City,/ your tongue travelling back/ into the winding streets, mazelike…” Weekend poem, by Syed Jarri Haider.
Read More“it’s garam masala, you say// garam masala from the bazaar/ behind your home, in the Old City,/ your tongue travelling back/ into the winding streets, mazelike…” Weekend poem, by Syed Jarri Haider.
Read More“This room still chirps like the birds / Who gave my Nano her first funeral…” Poem of the Week (July 14), by Syed Jarri Haider.
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