Not Garden-Variety
In dirge of desires
fear transacts with
hedge of hesitancy
to keep pace
with striptease
of tides. Come-on
by tits or tattoo
on hineys stir
intuitively.
Primer of pomology
has other clauses
some read
some unread.
Fruition
isn’t for everyone.
Prescription
Towels loll in the sun after mopping
wet bodies, you and I wipe each other
with our skins in lambency in another
episode of linkages. Equipping...
Paperback: 86 pages
Publisher: Five Oaks Press (August 13, 2017)
Language: English
Price: $14.00
ISBN-10: 1944355367
ISBN-13: 978-1944355364
Reviewed by: Pramila Tripathi
The Temple She Became by Rachel Custer is the poet’s debut book, consisting 61 poems. Going through her poems will present the readers before a world of her time spent in Indiana, which she...
MOLD
When you left
and I left
When we both left
our glasses
to the loneliness
that'll babysit
our leaving
the place
that has seen
us naked
in each one
of our eyes
There were islands;
green irises & black pupils
they floated the way
we buoyed in that moment
of intimacy.
INCENSE RIBS
I am thinking of you.
Don't move.
Let the cars run over.
Let people walk through.
Let rain...
THE TRANSLATOR
You once contributed to a study. You said
what you took seemed superior to what you left behind.
You got the letter but never joined the team.
You put on a different costume, but you’re always a shaman.
You said you would storm the studio
and seize the local reality from the projectors.
You...
Publisher: Dhauli Books (2018)
ISBN-10: 8193604741
ISBN-13: 978-8193604748
Price: 350 INR
Reviewed by:Koushik Sen
The first thing that would catch your eye while you leaf through the pages of this book is the sharp, post-apocalyptic images that have been ruthlessly painted by the poet with a dash of his uncanny wit. When you read...
REFLECTIONS
Those Who Pass
Slowly , slowly they pass by
Those who breastfed and put us to bed
who worked hard to send us
to schools and colleges
those who scolded and punished us
who revered and envied us,
hugged and desired us,
those who longed for our death,
one by one, slowly, slowly.
Slowly ,slowly
A part of us too...
SHATTER
Glass wall inside of me
Looking to where I want to be
How this widowed heart hides
In plain sight, wishing to be seen
False light is blinding me
Until I can no longer breathe
Quiet madness beguiles
This raging fire, consuming
Masked her wall of pretend
Fettered anguish lingers within
Imprisoned by the tides
In murky depths a life...
Where Technocracy Ends
The other day, since I couldn’t recall,
I googled “What was I just thinking about?”
and the computer would not give me
the correct information to my inquiry.
I asked it this question a million times over
and every time it gave me the wrong answer.
It felt good knowing there were still
some...
EMILY AS THE FIELD IS STILL A FIELD
Even if Emily is naked in the field
the worth of that dirt is determined
by the season. Though that
has never stopped me from referring
to her as the bloom, as the crop,
as the reason why all of Ohio’s two-lane
highways have been built. I know...
AFTER ALEXANDRIA
What an agony not to wake up next to you.
Not to have fallen asleep with your head on my chest.
I made the bed quickly, as you did every day,
sheets that still smell of your hair and skin.
Your pillows, one that you took with you, take
with you everywhere, sandalwood...
Jessica Bergquist
I wonder how this looks, but I don’t wonder long enough to stop myself from walking in the door. I am faintly aware of the story that the tears in my black dress tells everyone around me, but I still open the door. It’s the first time I’ve...
Checkmate
This is how it rains.
A cloudburst
when you laugh and compete
with the spattering droplets
and I
harvest a silence
in a pair of pretentious shades
tears have long muted
consoled and labelled.
Everything has a cure
but no one knows or recalls
what heals first
pain or time?
We possess disintegrated memories
petals, showers, ice pellets, leaves, dust, debris, gust, silence
scattered
in...