Mili DoshiWood and WaterMy limbs rest on carpets of tawny grass growing through the aged cracks of the earth, its faultless rhythm distorted only by the…Jan 22, 2019Jan 22, 2019
Mili DoshiDisparate CityMy affinity with Ballard Estate is coiled and twisted to say the leastNov 26, 2018Nov 26, 2018
Mili DoshiThe Conspiracy of UsI do not know whether the sun conspired for or against us that Wednesday evening.Sep 8, 2018Sep 8, 2018
Mili DoshiThe Cost of CottonFashion is far from being frivolous. Contrary to popular notion which establishes that fashion is but a glamorous entity responding to…Jul 8, 2018Jul 8, 2018
Mili DoshiA Mystical Hullabaloo Called LoveEvery once in a while, I find myself staring into blank space, wondering wondrous thoughts as I watch the fan twirl round and round, making…Jun 10, 2018Jun 10, 2018
Mili DoshiIt is Time to be Whole AgainIt is a balmy afternoon, as demure rays of the sun come streaming through the lace drapes of my rather tiny bedroom window. The fan twirls…May 31, 2018May 31, 2018
Mili DoshiSun ChildThe empress of noontide awakens as guileless, gilded rays ornament her auburn eyes,May 27, 2018May 27, 2018