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Poetry

don’t try so hard

I stood over him as he sat at the table setting the book down automatically in front of him he looked up and almost made eye contact asking, “Who do I make it out to?”

Poetry

Mo(u)rning on the River

From one realm to the next, may Your essence forever sizzle and soar. Because whether You believed or not, despite the world not consistently admitting nor deserving it, You were always the hero we needed.

Poetry

Preet Padam

I am red like raag yaman. Red like stirring ardor, like relentless vikara, Like flesh awash with rasa, Wasteful, like Laal Ishq, Red like death.

Poetry

MILE 3339

because there will come a mile  where he is too weak to brush a horsefly  from the bridge of his nose, his head on a stretcher pillow  ringed by news microphones, surrounded  by the indifference of trees;

Poetry

Ode to working the line

Winking bulbs, screaming vents. You need specialized footwear here. You need to wash workwear in a separate load due to its villainous grease.Senior members will ruthlessly remind. You must learn how to resorb the body’s complaints, fashion stout leather insides out of soft tissue.

Poetry

TRIPTYCH

When he scolded us, in our classroom with Sister Martin standing in back, about dating a non-catholic, his voice rose. “Drop them like a hot potato.”

Poetry

Listening To Julie London (In The Dark)

This darkness is a blessing, these minor keys in your mouth a different kind of Pentecost—deep cuts cutting me loose from language.

Poetry

Persistence

There—stuck in my neural net the drama has no answers for how turritopsis dohrnii can live forever, or why

Poetry

Study of a Wild Horse on a Shelf

A stop in Chinatown netted me a wild horse: purple plastic, glowing radioactive in the dark twenty years later, a survivor of that trip and more.

Poetry

Seven Dalit Poets Speak their Mind through their Poems Curated by Dr. Abhijit Khandkar

Dr. Abhijit Khandkar, a dalit poet and doctor by profession curates the works of seven contemporary dalit poets, who speak about various issues that concern their lives and as a result reflect in their writings. To be able to recognise, participate and understand such poetry is going back to the very roots of our culture, our angst and all that encompasses our literature.

Poetry

SURPRISE

CP Surendran is one of India’s finest poets- a strange stillness follows his works, a numb silence too. Here he shares with us a stellar piece. Accompanying it, the poet’s musings.

Poetry

At Sridhar Srigudda

At Sridhar Srigudda the rain comes once again electricity dies away while lightning flares tomorrow’s my birthday listening to night’s rain moutainside serenity dissolves time’s cares I’ll be 53 my life’s plan not yet plain I await a Calcutta job my love affairs are merely notes now Bhairavi’s sweet pain my trusty sarangi again prepares

Poetry

A Consideration

At any rate, I’m soon off to Walmart for necessities. I’m running low on shampoo and body wash. If my intuition is correct

Poetry

Imaginal Cells

The prescience itself is attacked: the caterpillars’ own being hates that it knows it will change, won’t let the secret be. Life can’t all be eating.

Poetry

Heraclitean Primacy

We are entitled, much the same as the perception of time dying To look away in the direction where we notice a crow flying Because the crow, whether you know it or not, is a song bird

Poetry

Turning A Corner

My daughter backs into the neighbor’s car– confesses over a coffee table of water stains and smoke thick like a 90s beer pub. She gets off easy. She doesn’t know what she doesn’t know.