The Bangalore Review

grief in weeks nothing has moved me.   i chase something and fail.   the screen dries my eyes.   no rivers flow in Aleppo...

Author’s Note: The title of this poem is attributed to the spelling suggestions one gets, when having typed: Selfie in Microsoft Word. This is also..

for SB This is the most you’ve ever been a child. Once there was sand, thick saltwater paste on legs capable of anything; then, later..

I. every night you turn on the lights in the room he has left behind on another continent he buys a pack of almonds for..

I guess a pleasant night might be appraised in different ways A dazzle of days running under a tram While the horses bolt And the..

All of the gin joints in all of the towns and you had to walk into this one* Beginnings don’t flow as easily as they..

The birds outside my window speak of world domination, the tiny gray sparrows have staked out my kitchen for the headquarters of their aggressive, bird-centric..

“What was it like—-being married to Mick Jagger?” – (American journalist) “I had to be a hell of a whore in the bedroom.” – Jerry..

Keep watching those funerals — how they launch black sedans over cemetery landscapes, stop them by a new grave where the body enters orbit around..

I asked you what you wanted me to write and you said it doesn’t matter that you would read it anyway that it could be..