Poetry
The Remuneration
1928: My grandfather, a civil servantin British India, surveyed Sirsa District on camel back. Irrigated fields reaped oats and barley in autumn,mustard and grams in..
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Sometimes I Feel Most Alone in the Subway
The sound of a warm body for a cold nightcan easily be mistaken for the hum of love,and maybe it was, for a second.This is..
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The Easy Way Out
I rearrange my grandmother in loose-leaf pages,each poem a memory, a sterling trinket in a felt pouchI keep by my side, often touching it throughoutthe..
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Hand-Me-Downs
You stand nakedalone in your roomlike a cradle.You step outinto the empty woods.You’re flying then a person appears, then anotheruntil a crowd is around you.Without..
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My Diary, My Alter ego
The Sukshma Series is a first-hand account of an educated woman of post-colonial India reflecting on how the social and political set-up of the country defined the status of an Indian woman.
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Asylum Melody
This baby, my gold. This banana plantation, hers.This wild bush, hers.This worm-laced dirt, hers. She will build me a house with wooden shutters and a..
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Death Of The Beast
You think with his death there will be the trembling of heaven and earth, but no, only silence coming from the furrowed field, where He’d..
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Grandma
Grandma moves sunflower-faced in the kitchen, her hands breaking like leaves. Outside, deer eat the flowers. Long stretches of land where we search for golf-balls,..
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Running
The Sukshma Series is a first-hand account of an educated woman of post-colonial India reflecting on how the social and political set-up of the country defined the status of an Indian woman.
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YOU UPEND THE WORLD: IN MEMORIAM, TULSA RACE MASSACRE 1921
Memory is the sense of loss and loss pulls us after it.Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping The air tonight invites the dense warren of smoke from your..
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Live Fast or Die
This is a perpetual mourning poem. If you were told to livefast, you’ll be aghast at life’s stretch,a thing too long for haiku, sinceelegies have..
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Meaningless Terabytes and Featherless Wings
All this contradictory newsobviously spewsdigitized perplexities of truth: clattering electrons andcross-eyed geesesparkly and smartly sneezing liberal this, conservative that; flying smack-dabbit into windowstranslucent glass walls..
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Seeing You Even When You’re Gone
Time will bring relief, you all have lied –Edna St. Vincent Millay On the freeway, a cop cruiser pulls beside me in the hiss of..
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Wild Turkey
A rafter in the back woods:five toms and eighteen hens,a remnant of the Pilgrim myththat predicated genocide. Bobbing heads and fanned tails,almost our national bird…
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the loved wrong of hey alfred prufrock
let us go then you and Iwhen the evening has wretchedly passed and diedlike cremations sanctified far gone unstablelet us so through curtained half-perverted sweetsthe..
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Anybody’s Guess
A jar of sea salt rests on the table Of the woman whose home is at the edge of the pavement in middle Vermont.Close..
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On Top of the Game
I mean like this morning.While streaming 24/7.Somebody’s hijab blew off. Tagging the rotunda of intersectionality.Shooting the pier of othering.The quality of the rip unsurpassed. An..
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Violated
The Sukshma Series is a first-hand account of an educated woman of post-colonial India reflecting on how the social and political set-up of the country defined the status of an Indian woman.
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Walk With Me
We look at the world once, in childhood.The rest is memory.Louise Glück These streets birthed a humdrum infancy,a Salvadoran consistency.The calmness of tortillas, thick, our..
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Mandir
I found a mandir once in Kathmandu,Enclosed in vines, surrounded by a street, With no door visible, its carvings worn…And asked which god it was devoted..
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Psalm for A# 208485031
Salif says you got fat in detention. Brother,how do you laugh with your teeth showing?We starved you in Alabama, they burned downyour house, your motorcycle,..
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Haiku Soup & Try
Haiku Soup Swimming in haiku —A natural progression,Drowning in it too Try Try not to break, eggs Your mother won’t forgive meWhile she’s simmering CategoriesPoetry
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Pyrolatry
I’ve had this mistress since the dawn of time – who wears a smoke-ruined perfume that leaves me a dizzy fool – Flowerage de Feu..
Nature & Environment
the aftermath
We begin to believe in the collapseof trees / sky folded like a hand,an hourglass wasting sand. Can we contain the catastrophe?The park is in..