Vivek V

“Oh no! Now the form’s wet!” he exclaimed. He then began blowing on the form to try and dry it. This made the boy laugh. “Oh good!” said the man. “You are smiling! Now, look, I am sure we can find out your name. Does it begin with an A?” The boy was pretty sure it didn’t. “I don’t think so.” “B?” The boy shook his head. “C?” He shook his head again. “This could take some time,” muttered the doctor under his breath. “T!” exclaimed the boy. “You would like a cup of tea?” “No! My name. It begins with a T!” Doctor Luppers smiled as he wrote the first letter on the top of the form. “Let’s see if I can guess. Tim? Ted? Terry? Tony? Theo?”
― David Walliams, The Midnight Gang

“As it occurs in nature, without medical treatment: Rh- (blood type) girls, can only make the baby with Rh- boys. How they gravitate towards each other out of the crowd proves higher order (destiny, fate, superintelligent design).”
― Matthew Edward Hall, San Mateo: Proof of The Divine

“And even though you said today you felt better, and it is so late in this poem, is it okay to be clear, to say, I don’t feel good, to ask you to tell me a story about the sweetgrass you planted—and tell it again or again— until I can smell its sweet smoke, leave this thrashed field, and be smooth.”
― Natalie Diaz, Postcolonial Love Poem

“heal the roots, to see the tree grow vibrant.”
― Matthew Edward Hall, San Mateo: Proof of The Divine