Van Gogh stops byIn my garden. Death feels chilly so he wants a morning back on Earth. I told him I admired his iris paintings. He thanked me, didn’t…
Headless martyrs are riding caribou intothe international forest again. Fairies sippingnectar from hyacinths chuckle at this scene. They remember why bushmen lick beehiveswith honey-coated tongues…
draw a bath.with crayons?how does one color water? clear does not do justice,the glisten of droplets on skin.I’ll draw us a bath, you said, and I sawan…
The Sukshma Series is a first-hand account of an educated woman of post-colonial India reflecting on how the social and political set-up of the country defined the status of an Indian woman.
Words leap over words Trounce each other Silence survives. Time runs over time Flatten each other Memory survives. Pages pile over pages Bury each other…
There is a sunflower erupting through the simian crease of my right palm. I shed layer after layer of salty skin till the petals glow…
Some trees are male, some female; Our house had four of them, And though I circled them every day as a kid— Looking for any…
1. A man reads the newspaper as if his son would turn up on page three. The chaiwallah makes a cutting, not because a half…
As far as I can see, the trees brown beneath fall’s frost. Mother’s skin is marred by age spots as death’s knell calls frost. Forests…
In this section we present a series of Chinese Classical poetry translated by Gary Young.
The Sukshma Series is a first-hand account of an educated woman of post-colonial India reflecting on how the social and political set-up of the country defined the status of an Indian woman.
There comes a point for us allwhen more peoplewe know have diedthan still live.You know that in a churchsomewhere a crowdplays Bingo while in anothera…
You should never wear stilettos, they are evil, my mother used to say. Her other life advice included, Do not wax your arms, or shape…
The Sukshma Series is a first-hand account of an educated woman of post-colonial India reflecting on how the social and political set-up of the country defined the status of an Indian woman.
(Without covering the tedious detailsthat would have to happen beforesuch a provision would be realized),since in my will I made a bequest“to found at Washington,under…
They put a robot car on Mars to take pictures of rocks.It takes quite a while for the data to come back. About my future,…
Our last bottle finishedno said my Russian friendthere are always seven drops leftseemed empty to me he holds the bottle up and waitsexactly seven dropsthere…
was not a metaphor, and I like to thinkthe weed wasn’t either, the wayit took me three monthsto smoke half an ouncebecause I had one…
He was a peddler in a horse-drawn wagon that sank beneath a load of watermelons, canary-yellow corn, bushels of gladiolas and mountains of ruby-red grapes….
To not go home in January, I will burn my new calendars, as if they were bridges. An exercise just for show? What do you…