Inadequacies and Reassurances

Inadequacies and Reassurances

I will sleep tonight, I tell myself Despite the insomnia that developed After you left, like the filth that washed up— Mainly broken bottles of…

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Shit poetry

Shit poetry

Shit poetry went for poetry festivals sponsored by corporates drunk champaign wrote about rain flowers, cherry tree, birds, butterflies, clods, love and sex in the…

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Mother Tongue

Mother Tongue

“If you write in English, you cannot know your own emotions.” ~ a poet I once met Mother’s tongue. Say it slow to staunch the…

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Riches

Riches

Translated from Bangla by Md. Ziaul Haque. When I stand the wall reflects the shadow, My very own shadow. Two eyes are there Behind the…

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The Moon Machine Begins

The Moon Machine Begins

They’re selling the projected lightshow pyramid scheme selling the world one way tickets to all tomorrow’s parties they come wrapped in self-reflexive electrical tape hand…

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Grandmother Boogie

Grandmother Boogie

My grandmother sang the song from Jaws Show Me The Way to Go Home fire danced a double Dutch Yiddish hopscotch pinkie ball capoeira smoked…

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Technicolor Sweet and Sour Grapes

Technicolor Sweet and Sour Grapes

You said yes because you believed it would flood you with shiver broken glass blizzard colored not ash showered Schindler but 2001 What Shall We…

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Terracotta Soldiers

Terracotta Soldiers

Here is nothing that burns yellow giving the light that raised civilisations and enabled following civilisations to see it happening.   Yellow, the colour of…

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what poetry should do

what poetry should do

They were debating what poetry should do best. One says that it should break the shackles of papers strip the oppressive paperback clothing run through…

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Lighthouse

Lighthouse

My son has ears filled with light It is filled so hard with light it Shuts out the noise. I pray he heals of blindness,…

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How do you remember your childhood?

How do you remember your childhood?

As a pair of overworn ghungroos, their gentle patter across the linoleum floor. My master’s feet fluttering around the room in circles. The poetry of…

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Aunt Laura, Where'd You Go?

Aunt Laura, Where’d You Go?

I sit at the edge of my driveway drinking an apple juicebox, staring at my purple toenails. I’m eighteen but parts of me have never…

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Family History

Family History

Born 1931 Here, by afternoon the sun slants down like candelabra; heart of mangoes shimmied fairy dust on her back. My grandmother picks the thumba…

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At the Bar

At the Bar

I sat at the bar between two men ones ear had recently been cut off he still wore the bandages and the other had one…

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Near Metro Station

Near Metro Station

A water tank for Allauddin Khilji now stinks of affluence- melts old in new. Memory snakes in through these yellow tunnels like a ghost in…

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