The sun hangs low /Like a ripe pomegranate/ We play in the dust/Among the maple/ Till the moon swallows us up
Tag: autumn poem
I love to tell stories with words and images, often with a darkly magical twist. While speculative fiction & dissecting pop culture are my primary passions, I also work with clients & brands by assisting with content creation, editing, marketing & design.
Archita Mittra: writer, editor & artist 