Change the way you think you’re escaping toward the blue and fuzzy, bleeding into a wash. [Ask me not to say it.] Awake from the…
I wanted to stay in that little town with you The one with all the chickens And the movie house on fire Late at night…
In my fully charged battery life youth, my bedroom blazes nightlight electric, my nursery rhyme records spin twilight warped, the gorilla’s cymbals clash a flat…
Translated from Bangla by Md. Ziaul Haque. I go near a tree and utter: Oh kind tree, can you provide me a poem? The tree…
A constant hammer on wood and a distant conversation. Two voices, two villages, Separated by a river that scorns The silence and floats into my…
i. a city of stuttering street lamps, sinking paper boats & swirling streets, you were born into/ shadows possessed you till you laughed at your…
Translated from Bangla by Md. Ziaul Haque. Freedom, you’re The classic verses of Tagore, timeless lyrics. Freedom, you’re Kazi Nazrul a great man with thick…
I will sleep tonight, I tell myself Despite the insomnia that developed After you left, like the filth that washed up— Mainly broken bottles of…
Shit poetry went for poetry festivals sponsored by corporates drunk champaign wrote about rain flowers, cherry tree, birds, butterflies, clods, love and sex in the…
“If you write in English, you cannot know your own emotions.” ~ a poet I once met Mother’s tongue. Say it slow to staunch the…
Translated from Bangla by Md. Ziaul Haque. When I stand the wall reflects the shadow, My very own shadow. Two eyes are there Behind the…
They’re selling the projected lightshow pyramid scheme selling the world one way tickets to all tomorrow’s parties they come wrapped in self-reflexive electrical tape hand…
My grandmother sang the song from Jaws Show Me The Way to Go Home fire danced a double Dutch Yiddish hopscotch pinkie ball capoeira smoked…
You said yes because you believed it would flood you with shiver broken glass blizzard colored not ash showered Schindler but 2001 What Shall We…
Here is nothing that burns yellow giving the light that raised civilisations and enabled following civilisations to see it happening. Yellow, the colour of…
They were debating what poetry should do best. One says that it should break the shackles of papers strip the oppressive paperback clothing run through…
My son has ears filled with light It is filled so hard with light it Shuts out the noise. I pray he heals of blindness,…
As a pair of overworn ghungroos, their gentle patter across the linoleum floor. My master’s feet fluttering around the room in circles. The poetry of…
I sit at the edge of my driveway drinking an apple juicebox, staring at my purple toenails. I’m eighteen but parts of me have never…
Born 1931 Here, by afternoon the sun slants down like candelabra; heart of mangoes shimmied fairy dust on her back. My grandmother picks the thumba…