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
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Poetry
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
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
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
The Poetry Cast showcases the reading of poetry. In this issue, Shantanu Ray Chaudhuri reads two of his poems.
Poetry
I’ve looked out of rain-washed windows and wept over an impossible love.
Poetry
When he climbed upon the bed, sated, summertime; memories of his unusually long life didn’t render him shade —
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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
I reread the same paragraph three times each time convinced it’s different
Poetry
All the pages hidden in all the forests Await a word that will remain When the trees are gone. And now?
Poetry
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
Our story is a window. Stroke by stroke my body remembers that life & cries for the missing parts of itself
Poetry
I am not sad I can’t see the blue of your iris, that a shadow obscures
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and only I know how their hair curls almost scentless around their ears, what kind of silence pleases them.
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I may be soggy with sleep and the wispy, leftover fragrance of night jasmine, but let me be luminous. Strut with the fawns.
Poetry
Sometimes it takes just the right window. With enough sunshine, and not too much water.
Poetry
C. P. Surendran gives us three poems from his new book, Window With a Train Attached from Speaking Tiger.
Poetry
The Poetry Cast showcases the reading of a poem. In this issue, Dr. Abhijit Khandkar reads the poem What Happened of Maruti Kamble
Poetry
But I don’t have to say a word to the trees. They already know everything.
Poetry
TBR brings you two poems from Kunjana Parashar’s debut poetry book They Gather Around Me, the Animals.
Poetry
Finally, we compromised and replaced your biography with this poem.
Poetry
Chewing Bengali paan, mixed with spices and lime, runway girls follow him to the town hall, for a symphony of molten desires.
Poetry
Lesson learned; I will stop counting, but you’ve taken my booze, taken my music; I’m only a man after all.
Poetry
Your signature phrase so Britishly conditional, the words cross-grained with hope and irony,
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He smells like Irish Spring and lots of it. I offer him an agnostic smile.