Poetry
A Year of Long Distance and Nighttime Jazz
A poem of music, memory, winter, and the proof of change.
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Poetry
A poem of music, memory, winter, and the proof of change.
Book Reviews
Kabir Deb reviews Suchita Parikh-Mundul’s Absurd Theatre.
Poetry
A poem tracing an alphabet of grief, possibility, and imagined motherhood.
The Poetry Cast
These poems are excerpted with permission from HarperCollins Publishers India, from their audiobook edition of 'So That You Know', written and read by Mani Rao.
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A poem in which depression appears dressed for one more dance.
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A poem of roads, faith, memory, and old survival rituals.
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A poem about hunger, memory, and joining Ramadan for a day each week.
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A poem of smokestacks, silence, and the birds that used to be there.
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A poem about a world that has shifted and a body that revises with it.
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A poem about one last board meeting after the Yellowstone supervolcano erupts.
Book Reviews
Shabnam Mirchandani reviews Vinita Agrawal’s The Hour of God.
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Grief is sometimes a pair of oversized trousers. I put my legs in and all air presses upward.
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The moon is a feminist. She’s showing me her round belly, pregnant with herself, glowing. Fullness, she tells me, is powerful.
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Be called to wild places; gather names, welcome flowers—beside the road, through cracks in sidewalks— miracles on a wooded trail. Pay rapt attention. Treasure
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Maybe the rippled surface of the lake is a gateway to stars in a different sky, and maybe the probing of pike nosing through roe
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Hints of flesh in the forgery of flesh, a habitat of deconstructed trucks, rusted in a mud-slaked parking lot: all that is not submitted to
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Your smile as wide as weeds, not dandelion, not wish gone to seed. but buffalo burr, pretty as it is noxious, stinging spines beneath vibrant
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The Poetry Cast showcases the reading of poetry. In this issue, Shantanu Ray Chaudhuri reads two of his poems.
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I’ve looked out of rain-washed windows and wept over an impossible love.
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When he climbed upon the bed, sated, summertime; memories of his unusually long life didn’t render him shade —
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you have it in your bone, a penchant for relevancy. we talk a, b, c and d. you are a wall, we don’t go to e.
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I reread the same paragraph three times each time convinced it’s different
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All the pages hidden in all the forests Await a word that will remain When the trees are gone. And now?
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When you came downstairs for a glass of water, what were you thinking while standing at the kitchen sink observing the world? What does anyone think in the last moments of their life?