Braille

Braille

lately my mind is a dreamy soup Yours, polished rosin. I stand grey as a doorway To embody sleep my chance to mishear when you…

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Exiled at Home

Exiled at Home

I find it amusing, yes when people refer to their nation as the Mother Land. My mother’s land is not mine. I have no claim…

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His Death: Part I

His Death: Part I

took my arm and said something about MRSA climbed into a sitting position took on his own half-assed-half-lotus “I had an axe and a wife….

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Am I Now I?

Am I Now I?

Change the way you think you’re escaping toward the blue and fuzzy, bleeding into a wash. [Ask me not to say it.] Awake from the…

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Nothing is Ever Destroyed

Nothing is Ever Destroyed

I wanted to stay in that little town with you The one with all the chickens And the movie house on fire Late at night…

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The AC/DC Dark  -for “Close Encounters of the Third Kind”

The AC/DC Dark -for “Close Encounters of the Third Kind”

In my fully charged battery life youth, my bedroom blazes nightlight electric, my nursery rhyme records spin twilight warped, the gorilla’s cymbals clash a flat…

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For a Poem

For a Poem

Translated from Bangla by Md. Ziaul Haque. I go near a tree and utter: Oh kind tree, can you provide me a poem? The tree…

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Notes from a Himalayan Village

Notes from a Himalayan Village

A constant hammer on wood and a distant conversation. Two voices, two villages, Separated by a river that scorns The silence and floats into my…

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Cartography of a Broken Town

Cartography of a Broken Town

i. a city of stuttering street lamps, sinking paper boats & swirling streets, you were born into/ shadows possessed you till you laughed at your…

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Oh Freedom

Oh Freedom

Translated from Bangla by Md. Ziaul Haque. Freedom, you’re The classic verses of Tagore, timeless lyrics. Freedom, you’re Kazi Nazrul a great man with thick…

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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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