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If it was true, if it was true, I would be sitting at one windowAll one morning, testing the strength of the color blue. Is..
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The Payoff
Simply press the shutter halfway downto activate the metering system. Initially, you may find the system irksome,but may soon recognize its value. You’ll realize your..
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A Nilgai Deer in the City of Delhi
Between the high walland the roadwith six lines of trafficon a scrap of dried out soil under a dried up treea deer standsin the very..
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Coming to grips with the sound of water
I should live in Tucson or somewhere parched, with no water of its own, anyplace that can only provide me a few critical drops a..
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The Dormouse and The Wig
“These are strange and uncertain times,”said the dormouse to the drag queen’s fallen wig.The stock market was acting up again and overflowing its banksThe lords rode the..
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Some People Sleep a Lot Before They Die
I’m looking at yougoing to look at flowersseated across in t r a i n s as the fields swim past usthe horses in their..
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Where We Meet
In bed, in the dark, your fingers brush the jagged “x”that marks my damaged past.I flinch out of habit, force myselfto be completely naked with..
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Or So My Mamma Said
He was a man, like all the rest, or so my mamma said. The violet and green that decorate my body, a sign of his..
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Strange Visitations
This is where they come to roost in the twilight of their lives, waking to river song and birdcall riding the waves of myriad river..
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To My Fazoli’s Love
No, my sweet, I would not enjoy any additional breadsticks. I would not like your salt and garlic speckled dough cocks. Even for this..
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Hiraeth
Hiraeth (n.) A homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the grief for the lost places of..
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Ken
Day Dada walked out without saying Yetan, which means I’ll be back not I’m leaving. Day he left without a sound or hint, Mama pulled..
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Love like a plan gone wrong & other poems
Love like a plan gone wrong Today I woke up and decided to be beautiful Everyday feels like a song in my head Looking to..
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Open Mic Night
My friend Dudley and I go to the book store for something to read. It’s open mic night. “How many poems can be recited about..
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Somewhere in Visakhapatnam
Barefoot children stop and stare Gazes arrested By the banganapalli trunk Whose fruit sways gently In a summer wind And brown eyes Calculate trajectory Of..
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Mangoes
When the frigid breeze cuts into my skin Creeps past countless layers of wool Then I grumble to Amma Where are the mangoes, I say..
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For the sister in heaven
For twenty-one days, we’d visit Cold rooms of a strange hospital – Eager to see a baby with hydrocephalus breathe. But I’m glad you never..
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The Young Maid
Dawn cracks over Delhi like a smooth, white egg, sunny yolk of hope, perennially dented, imperfect, in the welkin; on the wall, last night’s smoke..
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Heavy Bodies
“This is the Hour of Lead – Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow – First – Chill – then Stupor – then..
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Making Ash
(for Ganga, 1937-2016) “The silence of the dead is easily ignored.”- C. Dale Young You’ll never be archaeology; they’ll never find your bones. Cause today,..
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Venusian Flowers
I examine her face closely on Pinterest— the cracked skin, the oval sidelong face, the ripples of red hair small breasts, strong abdominal muscles, wide..
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French for Downpour
Everything went back to normal: Grandma dead again, me eyeing the farmer’s sons, trying to pull off my gloves as roughly as they did theirs…
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Apart
A pot of potatoes for pirogis now bubbles a cauldron of chicken feet with no alpha in between. Chopped liver should be chopped, in the..
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Outside the Margins
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