Altar of the Only World

Sharanya's poems are, in her own phrase, a form of phosphorescence - glowing in darkness, simmering with wonder, mythic in resonance, boldly embodied, hence surprisingly spiritful, even spiritual in the finest sense of the word. They are also skeptical and reflective, tempering and enhancing the glowing flame. Riptides of Tamil hide beneath or within her honed English, for those who can hear and see - David Shulman. Sita in a forest, loved and left behind, looks towards the night sky and se...