Article 19

Category: Poetry

  • To the wall, a shoulder

    I bite down,Hard and tight into my thumb .I bite till they throb.I swap for the blanket shading my shaking body,Chew it up,In a desperate attempt to not let my wails and tears clutched by transient sorrows,Echo into the night.The soul beside me needn’t see my tear-streaked face.I let the wall be a witness.The plain Read More

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  • Voice

      Like gold to lead, Your tone to Chet Baker, Shifting from gruff, A moment’s sway from the rough.   To a steady soft whisper, Two words, that one day, “Yes, da.” – worth an hour of foreplay. Not the words, not the context, Not the time or the place.   Imagine if you will, Read More

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  • This Monsoon

      With pearls from the sky, Gliding gently on my face, I felt the touch of your fingers. Thick dark clouds, Reminded me of the darkness, We embraced in. Soaked in sweat of your ‘soil’, You sculpted the ‘clay’ I was, And I wielded your earthy scent. Blinded by your memories, Everything becomes, an Abstract Read More

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  • Home

      I cannot go back; no, I can’t To the house of my childhood. Cracked walls and plaster peeling off The brick and mortar crumbling In allegiance To the two failing bodies inside. Silent horror wrings my entrails; I cannot breathe As I come in and see The moment of blankness in clouded eyes Before Read More

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  • Petrashevsky without aide-de-camp

    Your invitations are Petrashevskys. Except there is no messenger, No galloping horse, To stop the bullets. When the aims are taken And the triggers stand ready to be pulled, The eagles fly over me, Looking at my long hair let down by the dead wind. Then you shout, Your voice reaching across canyons, Rivers, abysses, Read More

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  • lest you hear me wrong lest the little gears in your head make up for me a falser voice in which you read my mute texts in words unpronounced never conjured for the aural nets to trap and cherish or flinch lest you begin to detest more than shame and regret or fall in love Read More

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  • Recycled Air (Merrin Alice Abraham)

    recycled air breathe in breathe out from ten in the morn to twelve in the night cake biscuits puffs water coffee water sustenance – breathe in air words on a screen images flit across the screen icons on the screen no life ahead of the dream drink in pale bold words font-arial size-11 books articles Read More

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  • Hums (Val Mickey)

    I. Morality is water which we hold not in the tumbler within our heads but in the palms of our hands II. I stare at the dead moth on my window sill its short, banal life and nothing after neither heaven nor hell should I bury it? III. Never pour wine to the babbler she Read More

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  • Goldfish | Pritam Majumdar

    you are the origamic goldfish in my bubbles of desire memoirs of water in my dreams encircle the fantastic Taj in a sensual serenade written wistfully on a single grain of rice your desire is a mirror self reflecting in my dreams dissolved ad infinitum and in you emerges the true image of a false Read More

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  • The Holy War of Buddha

    Sangham Sharanam Gachhaami A monk just passed by me. I stopped and asked, “Hey, Swami! What does that mean? Answer me.” His Face Sublime, His Attire Saffron. He replied, I am not Swami, Smile Genial, an Uncharged Neutron. A survivor of Samsara‘s Tsunami. Half hypnotized, I delved into his words. “Our Master preached Spiritual Equality, Read More

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