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The Poetry Cast

Mani Rao reads from So That You Know

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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My faith

A poem of roads, faith, memory, and old survival rituals.

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On the Eve of Ramadan

A poem about hunger, memory, and joining Ramadan for a day each week.

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Paper City

A poem of smokestacks, silence, and the birds that used to be there.

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Recalibration

A poem about a world that has shifted and a body that revises with it.

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The Corporation

A poem about one last board meeting after the Yellowstone supervolcano erupts.

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Grief IV

Grief is sometimes a pair of oversized trousers. I put my legs in and all air presses upward.

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Full Moon

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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Learning a Bird

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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Lake

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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Lessons in Gyotaku

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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As Wide As Weeds

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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Two Poems by Shantanu Ray Chaudhuri

The Poetry Cast showcases the reading of poetry. In this issue, Shantanu Ray Chaudhuri reads two of his poems.

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His Dream

When he climbed upon the bed, sated, summertime; memories of his unusually long life didn’t render him shade —

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‘e’ things

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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The Last Morning

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?