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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The Rights of the Dying

The Rights of the Dying

I see that everything you’ve done is gentle. Let me die gently. Let me breathe a long cotton breath and be done with it. Don’t…

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Lou Reed

The Night Lou Reed Died

Dreams to live to die by
sometimes shuddering our way home
whilst we tried to recall our listless motivations

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