More

These poems were born at the same time, and from the same state of mind; therefore, they share the title, “More”.

Echoes of the Past: Part II {Dementia-Stricken Angel}

by Ami J. Sanghvi No depiction will ever do this angel, or the bygone wonder within her, persisting through the darkest ages of dementia, ample justice. There, on the ebony bench, rests a woman with a mind that has devoured itself to the point of erasure.  The countless decades are carved within the crinkles of…

Echoes of the Past: Part I {The Human Miracle}

by Ami J. Sanghvi History divulges itself eons after its initial births. These chunks of the past, sliced or whole, are found wedged between the pages of sooty, timeworn books, at the bases of battered crates, mobbed by our elders, and in waning, wrinkled photographs.  Every now and then, the past achieves the most remarkable magic trick…

A Farewell to King Tut’s

King Tut Cafe and Hookah was my home away from home. I used to live down the street from this place when I still went to Arizona State University (2012-2014); stepping into that lounge at the end of a long day was always comforting and thrilling.  Anyone who knew me at the time knew exactly…

Amber

by Ami J. Sanghvi Every so often, two people collide even when their destinies exist worlds away from one another.  She was a few years away from becoming a doctor; I was a writer and a martial artist.  She showed up for our dates with wet hair and clumsily-composed outfits; I was a fashionista who…

My Rose;

Remember my good old semicolon tattoo that I got back in July 2015?  Well, it’s gone. Don’t worry, you guys — it’s not like I’m not aware that I’m still mentally ill.  I didn’t wake up yesterday morning and imagine that part of me away or anything.  It’ll probably always be there with me [because science, and…

My Semicolon (From July 1, 2015)

This piece was written on July 1, 2015, immediately after having my “semicolon” tattoo done; it was published on this website on July 16, 2018.