Poetry
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..
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Bangles
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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After the Diagnosis: First Days in Greece
Thin sheaths of ashborn of forest firefallaround merest in my hairstick to sweaty skinRubbing eyesclouds my visionRubbing armsturns my skin greyLayer upon layerash fallsI stand pierced by..
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Another Life
In another life, I was paintedOut of the picture, By the Table, Scummed up with oil layered likePremature common lilac leaves Peering down. I am sat next..
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Rejection
The letter comes from a far countryon an early April evening, when the moon is fulland stars run quietly. The good earth, bored with the fecund promise..
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Topiarius
A man in Derbyshire,grows trees into chairs.Oak & willow are tiedto forms, pruned to complyto templates that determinetheir utility & usagelike children bound bytheir parent’s..
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Trial & Error
Sometimes late at nightwhen they’re done their roundsand I’m sure no one is listening,I speak to Sylvia Plath: You’ve died before I had time—we’re much..
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I Want to Be Myself
Today a man, a woman, and a child much younger than me asked me who I wanted to be I responded with – Is that..
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A Shadow is a Gentle Lover
The shadow is the ice melting down ravines of drowned hipbones, beadings strung in the sunlight. It rubs its head between two stones, peeling back..
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Witch of the Night
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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we’ll always have Terracotta Warriors dusted in Han Purple, never looking behind
“Drinking mercury to the mystery of all that you should ever leave behind…. in time.” “Ava Adore,” Billy Corgan My purple skin projects royal essences..
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Love As Told
And as the sets reverse, to bring age to each step, Every sordid moment worse, lost is the night to its solemn shroud And as I were, softly..
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One Way Back to Babylon
“Can I go home yet?” Such a small voice for a big statue On a grey stool in the cornera British Museum guard yawnsand turns away..
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Fibrillation
“Do not touch this. You will only have troubles and problems.”– Archeologist, Iris Love, to Getty Museum officials on the prospective purchase of the Statue..
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Indian Generation
~After Naipaul’s “Tell Me Who to Kill”~a thank you, to those who made the journey, before They built the train tracksfor memory, brakes to stop..