Indian Generation

Indian Generation

~After Naipaul’s “Tell Me Who to Kill”~a thank you, to those who made the journey, before  They built the train tracksfor memory, brakes to stop…

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Bad Woman

Bad Woman

I feel my mouth go dry in terror whenever I hear a cricket.  (Denise Duhamel) I have lived in the front yard all my life.Like…

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Ma

The Sukshma Series

The Sukshma Series is a first-hand account of an educated woman of post-colonial India reflecting on how the social and political set-up of the country defined the status of an Indian woman.

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In Nani's House

In Nani’s House

I push my weightagainst the sturdy swing-doorof Nani’s house.My eyes catch white and grey: Nana’s pebble gardenwhere we would discoverfat pieces of rock. Khadiya. We would…

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the night jaygopal found a swastika on his window

the night jaygopal found a swastika on his window

in my dream, my brain talks about brainsbeing more or less the same, resembling kidney beans, sprouting web-like dendrites, wired for synaptic connection,passing signals cell to cell through axons,rosette-tipped, purring like…

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Yet Leafless, The Tulip Tree Readies to Flower

Yet Leafless

The blooms have each waited inside a small, tight bud all winter long. Each a sex-nub, a tender, excitable mound of tree-flesh rousing to sunlight’s…

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A First Poem

A First Poem

It would be so easyTo be lost hereIn your armsIn the windBy the river. I don’t hear the hawk,Though you do. All I hear is the Almost-roarOf…

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markings on the wall

markings on the wall

When we packed our things from paint-chipped cupboards, and made peace with stains of wine on the carpet- too permanent to move out with us;…

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Still Life of You, Remaining

Still Life of You, Remaining

quiet & beloved memory—serpent swallowing mouse wholea vibration of the tail—warning of appetiteI collect your worst flaws in a jar, colorfulI taste them—candy, I loathe…

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It is a good day!

The Sukshma Series

The Sukshma Series is a first-hand account of an educated woman of post-colonial India reflecting on how the social and political set-up of the country defined the status of an Indian woman.

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Fool's Errand

Fool’s Errand

Not far from near future, we bendlight around corners. Down periscope.Up and away from you all.  Take me at my word: they’ve outlawed affection.We lock in,…

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Excuse me, your privilege is showing

Excuse me, your privilege is showing

You and I flush it down the toilet many times a dayBut it crawls out wrecking our just-mopped floors.Reeking. ‘Bloody hell!’, we shout in lingua…

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A Yellow Iris

A Yellow Iris

Van Gogh stops byIn my garden.  Death feels chilly so he wants a morning back on Earth. I told him I admired his iris paintings.  He thanked me, didn’t…

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Headless Martyrs

Headless Martyrs

Headless martyrs are riding caribou intothe international forest again. Fairies sippingnectar from hyacinths chuckle at this scene. They remember why bushmen lick beehiveswith honey-coated tongues…

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Skin Under Water

Skin Under Water

draw a bath.with crayons?how does one color water? clear does not do justice,the glisten of droplets on skin.I’ll draw us a bath, you said, and I sawan…

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Silk Veil

The Sukshma Series

The Sukshma Series is a first-hand account of an educated woman of post-colonial India reflecting on how the social and political set-up of the country defined the status of an Indian woman.

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Nothing Survives

Nothing Survives

Words leap over words Trounce each other Silence survives. Time runs over time Flatten each other Memory survives. Pages pile over pages Bury each other…

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Flowering

Flowering

There is a sunflower erupting through the simian crease of my right palm. I shed layer after layer of salty skin till the petals glow…

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In the City of Panorama

In the City of Panorama

Some trees are male, some female; Our house had four of them, And though I circled them every day as a kid— Looking for any…

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Two Scenes

Two Scenes

1. A man reads the newspaper as if his son would turn up on page three. The chaiwallah makes a cutting, not because a half…

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