Rant Without a Rhyme
A raw, visceral poem written at the end of 2015 — on grease that won’t let go, hazed windows, and puzzle pieces that come up missing. Dark and unresolved by design.
B. Talvinder
Field Notes
The other side of the record. Heritage travel, fitness systems, music curation, food experiments, and everything else that makes the work worth doing.
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