Ahmad Desai

When I die I ask that I be buried so that I lie in the heart of that dense black forest at the foot of those…

The Snow Queen Snorting white beasts leap into the night as the faceless coachman lashes away The full moon…

Last Night I dreamt of you last night. I was surrounded by a crowd of noises and blinding lights. Somehow,…

It’s Past Half One It’s past half one he’s still not home A chilly, moonless night. Why doesn’t he answer his…