By Mandy Moe Pwint Tu Monsoon rains flood the streets, I envy the storm clouds their freedom their reign of solitude across the sky. I wonder if it’s raining where you are, and if you’re thinking of me right now. I wonder if the rains possess the power to wash away our love, these residue … Continue reading
By Mandy Moe Pwint Tu yangon rain bears down upon the rough-hewn streets muddied and upholstered in the sun-drenched air. the ground fumes, and the workers work. umbrellas opening, this is natural, our lives, here, dodging the wake of the mud, here in the dirt where we make our home. yangon rain falls, monsoon rivers … Continue reading
