by Surosree Chaudhuri | May 26, 2024 | 2024 May, Poetry
I wish I could frame this — this feeling right here, see? Not a mischievous specter at the edge; no — this one’s a dandelion yellow juggernaut right at the center. Life is such a peppy innovator, is it not? With its funny Rube Goldberg machines plunking us to spots so...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | May 25, 2024 | 2024 May, Poetry
I don’t. You just read a lot of my PTSD poems, I say. I don’t know how to write a PTSD poem. PTSD makes it so you can’t write. Instead you just sit there, staring at the newspaper, not able to read. Instead, people read me like the news. They read my scars, one that...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | May 13, 2023 | 2023 April, Poetry
The legless lady ghost dangles from a coat-hanger of darkness, refuses to leave. She’s what passes for uselessness ever since I pulled up a blanket to cover both myself and the thin man beside me. I mean her death no harm, but she is none – the none that was there...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | May 13, 2023 | 2023 March, Poetry
(after Learning about Constellations by Saddiq Dzukogi) Today my father is not dead; he is 73 And his blessing in impeccable disguise A sensible 27 years too early, too late Quick, I need a crash course Nauseating means of preservation A rendezvous at 1:42pm And how...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | May 13, 2023 | 2023 March, Poetry
by the time the warnings come around my eyes are hollows, troops move in, reverse the sky, family, friends, with knives in their backs, I can feel the unwinding, posters stuck on every pole & wall of some killer posing as a god, survivors pay for the privilege of...
