Saturday, October 8, 2016

“To W.W.” by Anjalee Nadarajan

He strides across the open desert plains,
Away from sky-side barks, heartbroken stare.
Cacophony of cries berserk his brains;
Look yonder, he’s absconded. Babe, beware.
Denounce, deny, the one who knocks now deigns
To resurrect those old forgotten cares.
For reaping’s done; friends—skeletal remains
Lie underneath some misbegotten lair.
Thus, heat has found him through and through—it rains
In Albuquerque blunted with despair.

Anjalee Nadarajan is an emerging writer. Despite her degree in math and economics from U of T, the study and writing of literature remain her vocation. She has previously been published in The Quilliad and in untethered magazine.

For information about submitting to The Quilliad, see here; for untethered, see here.

See Brian Henry’s schedule here, including writing workshops and creative writing courses in Algonquin Park, Bolton, Barrie, Brampton, Burlington, Caledon, Georgetown, Guelph, Hamilton, Kingston, Kitchener, London, Midland, Mississauga, Newmarket, Oakville, Ottawa, Peterborough, St. Catharines, St. John, NB, Sudbury, Thessalon, Toronto, Windsor, Woodstock, Halton, Kitchener-Waterloo, Muskoka, Peel, Simcoe, York Region, the GTA, Ontario and beyond.

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