Poetry
Anthropology
My friend says that everythingis anthropology: chess playersin Tompkins Square, the lineof cars at Starbucks, preteen girlsfilming Tik Tok videos. But the young girl, baby..
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Poetry
In an Irish Pub, After a Funeral
It’s March. The earth is dirge-soft with daffodils. The rain goes through seven stages of grief. When I was a girl, the first daffodils I..
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Bird of Breath: Four Rubai
سەردەفتەرێ وەصفێن تەیە دیباجەیێ دلیەک قەطرە ژ لوطفا تەیە سیراجەیێ دلذکرێ تە دکت دوڕ و ضیا لەهجەیێ دلطەیرێ نەفەسا های و هوویا لەهجەیێ دل A..
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Harmony
Her cooking is the honeycombthat keeps him succulent.He is seated, King Kong, at the head of the table,she is unseen, in the kitchen,sweating in holy..
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New Summer Moon
The pill passes fondly between hands, Overhead the sky is filled with the wretched screaming of some thousands of cicadas,The stars gather watching. It is bright..
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I always…
i always eat the same foodsrice and beans and a side of something or otheri always go to the same placediners with coffee, greek salads..
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My Teeth
In my dreams, my teeth commonly crackand fall out of my mouth. When my gumsgive way, there is a soft crumbling, a gritty feelingas I..
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In the Jardín Etno-Botánico
Snaking through mesquiteand saguaro, a long lineof jibber-jabber, pink-necked tourists mufflethe words of the Zapotecguide who shows usa geometry of amaranthand maize we have always..
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Riverside
After “Spanish Lady”, Irish traditional White crane walking like a bagOut of the hatch of rosemary.The white crane tugs and fades.Two brothers love the same..
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Isaiah Berlin Museum
Only barbarians are notcurious about where they comefrom, how they came to be wherethey are, where they appear to begoing, whether they wish to gothere,..
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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…