Different Gods at Different Temples: "Untouchable" Poet Meena Kandasamy

Flaming green of a morning that awaits rain And my lover speaks of rape through silences, Swallowed words and the shadowed tones Of voice. Quivering, I fill in his blanks. —Excerpt from “My Lover Speaks of Rape” by Meena Kandasamy. They have been called “Untouchables.” Over 15 percent of the population of India, traditionally considered… Continue reading Different Gods at Different Temples: "Untouchable" Poet Meena Kandasamy