The Payoff

The Payoff

Simply press the shutter halfway downto activate the metering system. Initially, you may find the system irksome,but may soon recognize its value. You’ll realize your…

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A Nilgai Deer in the City of Delhi

A Nilgai Deer in the City of Delhi

Between the high walland the roadwith six lines of trafficon a scrap of dried out soil under a dried up treea deer standsin the very…

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Coming to grips with the sound of water

Coming to grips with the sound of water

I should live in Tucson or somewhere parched, with no water of its own, anyplace that can only provide me a few critical drops a…

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The Dormouse and The Wig

The Dormouse and The Wig

“These are strange and uncertain times,”said the dormouse        to the drag queen’s fallen wig.The stock market was acting up again        and overflowing its banksThe lords rode the…

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Some People Sleep a Lot Before They Die

Some People Sleep a Lot Before They Die

I’m looking at yougoing to look at flowersseated across in t r a i n s as the fields swim past usthe horses in their…

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Where We Meet

Where We Meet

In bed, in the dark, your fingers brush the jagged “x”that marks my damaged past.I flinch out of habit, force myselfto be completely naked with…

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Or So My Mamma Said

Or So My Mamma Said

He was a man, like all the rest, or so my mamma said. The violet and green that decorate my body, a sign of his…

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Strange Visitations

Strange Visitations

This is where they come to roost in the twilight of their lives, waking to river song and birdcall riding the waves of myriad river…

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To My Fazoli’s Love

To My Fazoli’s Love

No, my sweet, I would not enjoy any additional breadsticks.   I would not like your salt and garlic speckled dough cocks. Even for this…

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Hiraeth

Hiraeth

Hiraeth  (n.) A homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the grief for the lost places of…

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Ken

Ken

Day Dada walked out without saying Yetan, which means I’ll be back not I’m leaving. Day he left without a sound or hint, Mama pulled…

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Love like a plan gone wrong & other poems

Love like a plan gone wrong

Love like a plan gone wrong Today I woke up and decided to be beautiful Everyday feels like a song in my head Looking to…

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Open Mic Night

Open Mic Night

My friend Dudley and I go to the book store for something to read. It’s open mic night. “How many poems can be recited about…

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Somewhere in Visakhapatnam

Somewhere in Visakhapatnam

Barefoot children stop and stare Gazes arrested By the banganapalli trunk Whose fruit sways gently In a summer wind And brown eyes Calculate trajectory Of…

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Mangoes

Mangoes

When the frigid breeze cuts into my skin Creeps past countless layers of wool Then I grumble to Amma Where are the mangoes, I say…

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