Thursday, June 4, 2020

Poetry

Poems by Ranu Uniyal

GRANDFATHER You remember more of what is no more. Past steps into your bedroom and your grandson becomes your newly born. You love to address him as Baba – this is how you called your first born. The present blurred and faceless has no challenges for you. Your face perks up and breaks into...

Poems by Pitambar Naik

LONGING How can Kashmir be a hydrogen conspiracy? the passiveness, the aloofness—the longitude they search for their wriggled breathing abandoned history, stooped pride in city squares what is the DNA of their guillotined blood— Dalits they preserve solitariness in a ledge—Dalits they store pain in their barns—Dalits and then the masses of the holy land pray together for the...
Old Men Walk Funny Old men walk funny with shadows and time eating at their heels. Pediatric walkers, prostate exams, bend over, then most die. They grow poor, leave their grocery list at home, and forget their social security checks bank account numbers, dwell on whether they wear dentures, uppers or lowers; did they...

Poems by Lucy Wilson

Distant Thunder I. Monster Mash My sister noticed first: “You walk like an old lady.” I was forty-six, but she was right. I could not, would not, see. One day on the beach in Hermosa, walking along the shore, I stopped and looked back. The sea tried to hide the evidence but I was too quick: step slide, step slide,...

Poems by Linda Ashok

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...

Poems by Kalyani Bindu

TO SEE To see as I see you, through beetle eyes— mosaic percussion of hundred incarnations, to see, as I see you through strange beetle eyes— like strange art on cryptic flowers, strange streaks at strange places. TO THINK Like the one who sits cowered in the haunt of the anticipated halt, mind riveting like a forced swing, head synchronized with the ejaculating bus, the light of creatures and things, passing in and out as it...

Poems by John Hennessy

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...

Poems by Jack Donahue

The Removal of Sin in a World Without Sin Turning once again toward the sea, strong arms move my head to look at the land instead, a desert landscape beige, bland sand the monotonous menu for my eyes that have seen it all before. Defiant, I turn to feast on the wild water, currents pushing the shore...
THE MAGIC OF STILLNESS AND THE CHAOTIC Some people, lost souls, caught in the absurdity of noise, create magical stillness out of the chaotic outwitting comprehension. Other lost souls, caught in the absurdity of silence, create the chaotic out of magical stillness sidestepping incomprehension. I, confused by both noise and silence, adoring absurdity yet not knowing which is more magical or comprehensible, stillness or...
On The Vasettha Sutta Two Brahmins brought the Blessed One a dispute. One argued, We were born pure into this caste. The second claimed, Class is by virtue of actions. Buddha, who often stayed silent, untouchable, above such fray, discoursed in no uncertain terms: Grasses or trees are distinct from birth, not man. Still twenty-five hundred...

Poems by Gopal Lahiri

MOTHER COURAGE I was not strong, rather meek and shy, Saw my mother catching wind between palms, Trying to hold me while lighting the dusk lamp, The mellow sun greeted her resilience, her bravery, Stroking at the edge of her Bengal cotton sari, Not knew, the reason of sadness flooding her body. Her voice then dropped to a...
My Guest There is nothing more important than you, my guest I will delay my sickness until you leave And I will cover my sadness with a big smile I will give my last bread to you and my hungry kids Don’t worry— I will fill my stomach with water Come on in… My house is full...