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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For the sister in heaven

For the sister in heaven

For twenty-one days, we’d visit Cold rooms of a strange hospital – Eager to see a baby with hydrocephalus breathe. But I’m glad you never…

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The Young Maid

The Young Maid

Dawn cracks over Delhi like a smooth, white egg, sunny yolk of hope, perennially dented, imperfect, in the welkin; on the wall, last night’s smoke…

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Heavy Bodies

Heavy Bodies

“This is the Hour of Lead – Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow – First – Chill – then Stupor – then…

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Making Ash

Making Ash

(for Ganga, 1937-2016) “The silence of the dead is easily ignored.”- C. Dale Young You’ll never be archaeology; they’ll never find your bones. Cause today,…

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Venusian Flowers

Venusian Flowers

I examine her face closely on Pinterest— the cracked skin, the oval sidelong face, the ripples of red hair small breasts, strong abdominal muscles, wide…

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French for Downpour

French for Downpour

Everything went back to normal: Grandma dead again, me eyeing the farmer’s sons, trying to pull off my gloves as roughly as they did theirs….

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Apart

Apart

A pot of potatoes for pirogis now bubbles a cauldron of chicken feet with no alpha in between. Chopped liver should be chopped, in the…

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