Author: Prena subba
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what a home can look like
what i have learned is thathome is not always a four walled placewith dining table and fancy family portraitsit is the palace you seek in other people’s livesit is a place in your mother’s heart,the warmth of your fathers hug,the bottle of drink you share with your friends. sometimes it is the sky that tellsand…
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story about nothing
i reek of self hatred even after every shower.there’s month old laundry dumped, and cob webs begging to be cleaned for good. that half a can of beer hasn’t been drunk because i bought a new one which still tastes the samebut makes me feel i am less sick now i reek of alcohol and…
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IDENTITY CRISIS
there is dirty dishes in the sink from breakfast i half ate and stocked it in the refrigerator. i feel sick to my stomach, the medicine box on the cabinet now feels like a friend but now i am almost tiredof this nauseous nostalgiacirculating all the way to my gut. there’s a fine red Buddhist…
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The Snow in Summer
it was the tenth of june and the sun was shining bright as her eyes. shirtless and in trunks—so hot i don’t remember the last time i touched something warm. one hot summer night i heard someone calling out her name, and when her name ended, it took me back to many years ago. she…
Prena Poetry 