CONTENTS
It is raining...
Braids
Birds have wings...
Flies buzz...
It is evening...
Grade Two
I go home...
Wellawatta Outdoor Bazaar
Curfew
Amappa's Eyes
Islands
I reached out...
Evening Walk
Awakening shadow...
The Flight
A Robin's Bath
The Heron and the Swan
War on a Mango
Tea with Dadda
Granite Stone
Sigh with the wind...
Today, I have gone back...
About the Poet
Acknowledgements
Chapbook Home
Friday Circle Home
Braids
by Krisha Wignarajah
I go home to the abyss of silence to shed my skin from the day's discipline. I then put on my skin of tin and wait. This skin does have many dents.
Copyright © 2005 by Krisha Wignarajah
Electronic edition, 2005. ISBN 1-896362-35-4
Print edition forthcoming. ISBN 1-896362-36-2