by Surosree Chaudhuri | Aug 22, 2021 | 2021, August, Poetry
The Onion in My Pantry by Kyle Brandt-Lubart https://www.agapanthuscollective.com.dream.website/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/The-Onion-In-My-Pantry.m4a (I-Dec) It’s winter No longer or more abrasive than it usually is Every morning begs me to suspend my disbelief in bad...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | Aug 5, 2021 | 2021, August, Poetry
antibiotics paddleundiagnosed dysmorphiadivining the Tigrisblood / brain / barriergiving me aneed to peemyunfelt dreamten poundsbelow average weightfinally somebodyyetnobody thinks to say are you really okayI must be my bodydisappearing at seaa shadow back...
by Junpei Tarashi | Jul 17, 2021 | 2021, July, Poetry
Flying by Maggie Swofford https://www.agapanthuscollective.com.dream.website/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/Maggie-Swofford.mp3 I. It’s normal to see only darkness when you look out an airplane window on a winter evening. It’s normal to think about pulling away and...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | Jun 24, 2021 | 2021, June, Poetry
You hound are a starry night over fog, fallen in love with the Epiphany. The moon may be mine! Told the moony dog. With you tender garden – is so dreamy. Bewitchment of stars, your ability. Your hunting is dearer observation. A moonlit night is your eternity. May the...
by Junpei Tarashi | Jun 9, 2021 | 2021, June, Poetry
“to breathe is a fraud” [this is an unbosomed secret, a chaperone’s murmuring parable] — “it is a gift, or fairly like it. . . with a gleam: mint and pristine”, a celibate I assume. it is a virtuous reproach deposed from gods and...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | May 27, 2021 | 2021, May, Poetry
is where i start the thought before it wings off, lost in darting shadow. the finch atop the clothesline might be the same as always or else the 27th of this aviary whose residents i aim to distinguish by differences in beak. meaning: mouth; further translated: their...
