Poetry
My Depression Wears a Red Silk Dress
A poem in which depression appears dressed for one more dance.
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Poetry
My faith
A poem of roads, faith, memory, and old survival rituals.
Poetry
On the Eve of Ramadan
A poem about hunger, memory, and joining Ramadan for a day each week.
Poetry
Paper City
A poem of smokestacks, silence, and the birds that used to be there.
Poetry
Recalibration
A poem about a world that has shifted and a body that revises with it.
Poetry
The Corporation
A poem about one last board meeting after the Yellowstone supervolcano erupts.
Book Reviews
The Hour of God by Vinita Agrawal
Shabnam Mirchandani reviews Vinita Agrawal’s The Hour of God.
Poetry
Grief IV
Grief is sometimes a pair of oversized trousers. I put my legs in and all air presses upward.
Poetry
Full Moon
The moon is a feminist. She’s showing me her round belly, pregnant with herself, glowing. Fullness, she tells me, is powerful.
Poetry
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
Poetry
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
Poetry
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
Poetry
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
Poetry
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.
Poetry
Breath Holding Contest (in Southern Lebanon)
I’ve looked out of rain-washed windows and wept over an impossible love.
Poetry
His Dream
When he climbed upon the bed, sated, summertime; memories of his unusually long life didn’t render him shade —
Poetry
‘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.
Poetry
On Slogging My Way Through Joyce’s Ulysses
I reread the same paragraph three times each time convinced it’s different
Poetry
Two Recommendations For Nothing (In Particulars)
All the pages hidden in all the forests Await a word that will remain When the trees are gone. And now?
Poetry
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?
Poetry
Smudge of Fingerprints
Our story is a window. Stroke by stroke my body remembers that life & cries for the missing parts of itself
Poetry
Your Letter Arrives
I am not sad I can’t see the blue of your iris, that a shadow obscures
Poetry
The Nightling Apples
and only I know how their hair curls almost scentless around their ears, what kind of silence pleases them.
Poetry
Spring Pastoral
I may be soggy with sleep and the wispy, leftover fragrance of night jasmine, but let me be luminous. Strut with the fawns.