by Junpei Tarashi | May 22, 2023 | 2023 May, Poetry
My son has a mouth like the Red Sea, parting in two perfect halves, the gums sprays of spit over them. Oooh ooh ooh, he cries, teething. A small nub on the lower left, white, arching, a whale. I had wondered as a child about the marine life when God commanded Moses to...
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...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | May 13, 2023 | 2023 February, Poetry
We walk upside down I have never seen your face detached from your body detached from itself this piece of face which is nothing this piece which is a mask which is a death mask I have never seen death here is the mask detached from the face placed on the table it is...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | Mar 21, 2023 | 2023 February, Poetry
which is all of you [ ] which is all of me grand p[ape]r...