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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.

Poetry

For A Contented Violet

Sometimes it takes just the right window. With enough sunshine, and not too much water.

Poetry

Window with a Train Attached

C. P. Surendran gives us three poems from his new book, Window With a Train Attached from Speaking Tiger.

Poetry

What Happened of Maruti Kamble?

The Poetry Cast showcases the reading of a poem. In this issue, Dr. Abhijit Khandkar reads the poem What Happened of Maruti Kamble

Poetry

Two Poems by Kunjana Parashar

TBR brings you two poems from Kunjana Parashar’s debut poetry book They Gather Around Me, the Animals.

Poetry

Two Poems by Ashwani Kumar

Chewing Bengali paan, mixed with spices and lime, runway girls follow him to the town hall, for a symphony of molten desires.

Poetry

Meditation in Appalachia

Lesson learned; I will stop counting, but you’ve taken my booze, taken my music; I’m only a man after all.

Poetry

You

Your signature phrase so Britishly conditional, the words cross-grained with hope and irony,

Poetry

The Melon

when suddenly our dog swoops in like a hungry kestrel burrowing deep sniffing your sweat

Poetry

Sinduraruna

Sinduraruna is a translation of the Dhyana Sloka of the Sri Lalita Sahasranama.

Poetry

Leaving the City

You board another train, but it’s another season, maybe even another year. You travel quietly. Pairs of eyes sit across in varying degrees of kindness.

Poetry

Aloe

Plant mother to plant mother, I get it The sun shines on, dutiful and tired And I am tempted to break

Poetry

On Hamlet’s Flute

On Hamlet’s flute old bones of Elsinore shook and shuckered up the graves they died and dyed the earth in.

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House of the Dead

The dead mattered more than the living.  One night, the fire alarm didn’t go off.